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?

did she feel that Mr. Wheeler was angrier than

went out like this, would Uncle Armand

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

me? I want you to get

and pushed

but to pack up the dishes and

soon as she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all

old butler were surprised that

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten

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

and asked

and said, “Happy! Very happy! Mr. Wheeler also praised me for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there

lied to me!

huge dogs we raise are in factories in

I will never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the

the sofa and grabbed

to the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

was so frightened that she sat up

and the old butler were

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

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to

went

rolled his eyes, “You? You're

stammered and retorted, “I, I am

do much work

with Mr. Wheeler last night

She was also hardworking!

with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure,

and watched

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

at Rylee and rushed out like the

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

she can finally calm

night was so dreamy

a thorn in her

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

eyes closed,

should cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

“Oh? Is there something

The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it,

her teeth, “When

I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then

the final order from her! Alright, this boy has

butler's eyelids

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

eyes and looked at

were