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

this, would Uncle Armand let

Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass when she came

I want you to

frowned irritably and pushed

choice but to pack up the

she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably,

were surprised that

so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten the

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

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is boss

come on, keep your eyes open. This is the trace and the proof what his

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually there are no

You lied

raise are in

say in

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the fruit

to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

sat up straight and

and the old butler

upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after I get

to spend weekends in the future? Why

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to

went

his eyes, “You? You're

and retorted, “I, I am

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

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was

She was also hardworking!

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

and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

happened

look at Rylee and

glass and looked out, she was

was not at home, she can finally

so

a

it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and

the sofa, eyes

should cry or be

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded beside

opened her eyes, “Oh? Is there

for you.” The old butler handed over

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by

her teeth, “When did this

too. I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then wrote down what he

businesses, and this is the final order from her!

butler's eyelids

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

eyes and looked

requirements were written