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. Wheeler

out like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog

lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass

want you

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off

no choice but to pack up

temples irritably, shoving all the books on the desk

were surprised

come out so soon?

butler looked at the plate, and it seemed that some of it had been

and asked

eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there are

You lied

the huge dogs we raise

in the future. It's

on the sofa and grabbed

door to the study suddenly

was so frightened that she sat up straight and

and the old butler

look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the

yes. Huh? Boss, don't we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to work in the company

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not

went to work in the company, what about me? What am I

eyes, “You? You're here to be

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

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

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very

She was also hardworking!

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

sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs

she reminded herself once again: what happened last night was more beneficial

didn't even look at Rylee

clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she saw Timothy's

was not at home, she can finally calm down a

was so dreamy

also a

and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes, will do”, the butler kept talking

sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was

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

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

Is there something

old butler handed over

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was

“When did

you must have heard it, too. I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he said. Mr. Wheeler said, he wanted you to do that based on

nodded viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy

butler's

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

her eyes and

requirements were