Wolf President Hooks Up

Rylee was chattering as usual, forcing the chopsticks into Timothy's hands, scooping two spoonsful of vegetables, and putting them on the plate.

Her sparkle eyes stared at Timothy's mouth, as if she was waiting for someone like a baby doll to open their mouth to eat.

Timothy was caught off guard by Rylee and started to eat.

When Rylee saw that he had started eating, her spirit was instantly relieved.

It was as if Timothy was her child, who has always been a picky eater, and now eventually he could feast on the food here at a time.

Rylee almost reached out to stroke Timothy's head a few times and complimented him cheaply.

Fortunately, she was still awake, and she didn't do the stupid thing.

Timothy eats silently and slowly.

Suddenly, he realized that this meal tasted so delicious.

When the nagging Rylee was around, the whole body can become warm, as if he was taking a sun bath even the food was much more delicious.

What a wonderful thing.

“Having some of these, and take more of those, you are so tall, how can you eat less than me? Don’t be a picky eater! Come, come on, eat more of this.”

Rylee was addicted to helping Timothy's with dishes, and she can't wait for Timothy to swallow all four dishes. It's better for him to eat the dishes as well.

Timothy was slightly happy, but he kept a cold expression on his face, and asked casually, “Have you eaten?”

“Of course, I have had the meal it!”

“Are you full?”

“Of course, I'm full! I'm never ashamed of my own stomach!”

Timothy nodded slightly.

He frowned suddenly and looked up suspiciously at Rylee who was sitting on the handle of his chair, “Why are you supervising my eating like a supervisor?”

Rylee said cheerfully, “You think I'm willing to supervise you? It was Uncle Armand and the others...”

The words suddenly stopped. She didn’t dare to speak.

Rylee stared at Timothy.

Sure enough, Timothy was so shrewd that even though he had only heard some parts of the truth, he had already guessed most of the reason. He frowned and slammed his chopsticks on the table.

“Armand threatened you to come in and delivered food?”

Rylee nodded aggrievedly and explained, “Actually, even if I am ten times braver, I don't dare to come to you and supervise you having lunch, really, I don't dare to do so. Please, don’t get mad, don’t get mad at me.”

Timothy's face was cold, “If Armand hadn't threatened you to come in, you wouldn't have come to deliver the food, would you?”

Rylee rubbed his nose, “Yeah. But I should have come to deliver food, they all said I was the one who made you so angry that you didn't eat...”

Why the more she explained, the angrier Mr. Wheeler's expression is?

“You, get out.”

Timothy turned his face away.

“What?”

Rylee was overwhelmed.

Get out for real?

Mr. Wheeler was

would

Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big

understand me? I want

pushed

pack up the dishes and walked

she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples

the old butler were surprised that

come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

it seemed that some of it had been

frowned and asked

eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually there are no

lied to me!

huge dogs we raise are

in the

leaned on the sofa and

to the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

sat up straight and stopped

and the old butler were

said, “Armand, get the car

we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to

“Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about

his eyes, “You? You're here

then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not

much work this time. As Timothy's maid, she

Wheeler last night anyway! That was

She was also hardworking!

went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm but

sat on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

what happened

at Rylee

to the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she

home, she

was so dreamy

a thorn

rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking and

the sofa, eyes closed,

tell whether she should cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded

opened her eyes, “Oh? Is

The old

“Oh? For me? What?”

the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she was

her teeth, “When did

then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that based

“After all these businesses, and this is the final

old butler's

call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s

and

were