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?

she feel that Mr. Wheeler was angrier than

like this, would Uncle

Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably,

understand me? I want you

frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off the

but to pack up the dishes and walked out

as she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably,

the old butler were surprised that Rylee

so soon?

and it seemed that some of

asked Rylee, “Is

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

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually there are no dogs

You lied to me!

the huge dogs we raise

you say in the

and grabbed the fruit

study suddenly opened and Timothy

so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped

old butler

the car ready, I'll go to the office after I

in the future? Why are

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

bowed his head, not daring to

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

You're here to be

am not fooling around! I am doing

she admitted that she really didn't do much work this time. As

Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That

She was also hardworking!

downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a

and watched Timothy coming downstairs for

once again: what happened last night

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed

glass and looked out,

home, she can

night was so dreamy and

a thorn

butler walked over to and pick it up. With

the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was in

cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice

Is there something

you.” The old butler handed over

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she

“When

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

is the final order

old butler's eyelids

was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of

eyes and looked at

requirements were written