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 angrier

like this, would Uncle Armand

if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch

understand me? I want you to

pushed Rylee's

had no choice but to pack up the dishes

temples irritably, shoving all the

surprised that Rylee came out so

you come out so soon? Has Mr.

it seemed

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is boss

service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there

You lied to me!

we raise are in factories in the

will never believe what you say in

sofa and grabbed

suddenly opened and

so frightened that she sat up

and the old butler were silent

said, “Armand, get the car

future? Why are we going to

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to speak any

went to work

You're here

I am not fooling around! I am

that she really didn't do much work this time. As Timothy's maid, she was

last night anyway! That was a very tiring

She was also hardworking!

a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous

on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for

reminded herself once again: what happened

Rylee and rushed out

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

was not at home, she can finally calm down a

was so dreamy and

also a thorn in her

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

sofa, eyes closed, while her

should cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice sounded

“Oh? Is there something I can help, Uncle

is for you.” The old butler

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she

teeth, “When did

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

the final order from her! Alright,

old butler's

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

eyes and

requirements were