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?

feel that Mr.

she went out like this, would Uncle Armand let the

had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog

want you

and pushed Rylee's ass off

had no choice but to pack up the

Timothy rubbed his temples irritably,

old butler were surprised that Rylee came

you come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten the

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

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is boss

Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his eating.

Rylee bowed to Armand.

coughed and said, “Actually

lied

we raise are in

what you say in the

on the sofa and grabbed

the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

that she sat up

butler were

upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready,

to spend weekends in the future? Why are

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to

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

his eyes, “You? You're here to

“I, I am

didn't do much work this time. As Timothy's

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was

She was also hardworking!

with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and

sat on the sofa and watched Timothy coming

herself once again: what happened

didn't even look at Rylee

the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she

she can finally calm down

was so

a thorn in her

house rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With

sofa, eyes closed, while her

couldn't even tell whether she should cry or

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice

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

this is for you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it,

her teeth, “When

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

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

butler's eyelids

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

rubbed her eyes and

requirements were