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?

Mr. Wheeler was angrier

this, would Uncle Armand let the dog bite

if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily

understand me? I want you to

frowned irritably and pushed

no choice but to pack up

she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving

were surprised that

out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

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

frowned and asked Rylee, “Is boss

and said, “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 open. This is the trace and the proof what

Rylee bowed to Armand.

said, “Actually

lied

the huge dogs we raise

never believe what you say in

leaned on the sofa and grabbed the fruit to

door to the study suddenly opened and Timothy

she sat up

butler were silent and

upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready,

future?

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

not daring to speak any

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

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

am not fooling

much work this time. As

last night anyway! That was a

She was also hardworking!

formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm but fast

the sofa and watched

again: what happened last night was more beneficial to

at Rylee and rushed out like

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

she can finally calm

night was so

a

of the house rang. The old butler walked over to and pick it up. With

the sofa, eyes closed, while

she should cry or be happy

“Ms. Carroll?”

voice

“Oh? Is there something I can help,

you.” The old

“Oh? For me? What?”

glanced at it, and she was

“When did this

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

viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order

butler's

their Mr. Wheeler by

eyes and

requirements were