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?

she feel that Mr.

she went out like this, would Uncle Armand

before she came in, Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass when she

me? I want you to get

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off

choice but to pack

his temples irritably, shoving all the books

butler were surprised that Rylee came out

so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

butler looked at the plate, and it seemed

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is boss

the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there are no dogs

You lied to me!

the huge dogs we raise are in factories in the

Armand, I will never believe what you say in the

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the

suddenly opened

so frightened that she sat

Armand and the old butler were

at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go

to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to speak any

his eyes and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what

eyes, “You? You're here to be

stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my

work this time. As Timothy's maid, she

Wheeler last night anyway! That was

She was also hardworking!

with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a

sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for

once again: what happened last night

look at Rylee and rushed out like the

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

was not at home, she can finally calm

was so

also a thorn

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

was lying on the sofa, eyes closed, while

couldn't even tell whether she should cry or be happy about what happened last

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded

quickly opened her eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can help,

The old butler

“Oh? For me? What?”

glanced at it, and she

“When did this

Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said,

“After all these businesses, and this is the final order

old butler's eyelids

their Mr. Wheeler by the title

her eyes and looked at

were