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.

went out like this, would Uncle Armand let

that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily

want

pushed Rylee's ass off

no choice but to pack up the dishes and

walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably,

old butler were surprised that Rylee

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

at the plate, and it seemed

and asked Rylee, “Is

“Happy! Very happy! Mr. Wheeler also praised me for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your eyes

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually

lied to

raise are in

never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the

leaned on the sofa and

suddenly

she sat up straight and stopped eating

butler were silent and bowed

and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll

don't we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not daring to speak

you guys went to

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

I am not fooling

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

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

She was also hardworking!

and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful

watched Timothy coming downstairs for a

again: what happened last night

at Rylee and rushed out like the

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

not at home, she can finally

so dreamy

a thorn in her

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

on the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was

cry or be happy about what

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice

quickly opened her eyes, “Oh? Is there something

for you.” The old butler handed over a piece

“Oh? For me? What?”

took the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she

teeth, “When did

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

the final order from her! Alright, this boy

old butler's eyelids

call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh,

her eyes and looked at the paper

were