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

went out like this, would Uncle

lunch happily

want you to

irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off the

to pack up the dishes and

rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books on the

butler were surprised that Rylee came

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten the

at the plate, and it seemed

and asked

dishes, come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his eating. What do you think, Uncle Armand, you must not let

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there are no dogs

lied to me!

dogs we raise are in

will never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old to lie to

sofa and grabbed the fruit to

the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

was so frightened that she sat up straight

old butler were silent

at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready,

in the future? Why are we going

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to

Armand, you guys went to work in the company,

“You? You're here to

am not fooling around! I

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

slept with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very tiring

She was also hardworking!

suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm but fast

sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

what happened last night

at Rylee

door 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

so

a thorn in

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

on the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind

she should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

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

you.” The old butler handed

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by

“When did

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

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

butler's eyelids

call their Mr. Wheeler by the title

her eyes and looked

requirements were written