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 was angrier

she went out like this, would

lunch happily and comfortably, he would make

I want you to

pushed

choice but to pack up the

she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably,

and the old butler were surprised

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

at the plate, and it seemed

and asked

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, you must not

Rylee bowed to Armand.

and said, “Actually

lied to me!

raise are in factories

you say in the

and grabbed the fruit

study suddenly opened and

she sat

and the old butler

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

weekends in the future? Why are we going to

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

his head, not

asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went

eyes, “You? You're here

and then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my job every

do much work this time. As Timothy's

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

watched

happened last night was more beneficial to

at Rylee and rushed out like the

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

at home, she can finally calm

night was so dreamy

was also a thorn in her

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

sofa, eyes closed, while her

whether she should cry or

“Ms. Carroll?”

butler's voice

quickly opened her eyes, “Oh? Is there

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

“Oh? For me? What?”

it, and she was shocked by the

her teeth, “When did

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 that based on the requirement

the final

old butler's eyelids

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

her eyes and looked at the

were