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?

that Mr. Wheeler

out like this, would

in, Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he

understand me? I want you to get

pushed Rylee's ass

pack up

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

surprised

did you come out so soon?

and it seemed that some of it had

and asked Rylee, “Is

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 eating. What do you think, Uncle Armand,

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there are no dogs

You lied

dogs we raise

what you say in the future. It's disrespectful

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the fruit

to the study suddenly opened

sat up straight and stopped eating the

old butler were silent and bowed

look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the

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

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring to

“Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what

rolled his eyes, “You? You're here to be your no-job-to-do-but-still-get-paid

and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my

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

night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

a gorgeous face, a graceful figure,

watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

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

even look at Rylee and rushed

and looked out, she was relieved until she saw Timothy's

was not at home, she

night was so

was also a thorn in

phone of the house 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 and nodded

sofa, eyes

tell whether she should cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice sounded

Is there something I can help, Uncle

is for you.” The old butler handed over a piece of

“Oh? For me? What?”

the paper curiously, glanced at it, and

teeth, “When did

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

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

old butler's

by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s disrespect, it’s

and

requirements were