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

went out like this, would

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

understand me? I want you

irritably and pushed

choice but to pack up the

soon as she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples

surprised that Rylee

so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler

at the plate, and it seemed that

and asked

praised me for the five-star service! Look, he has eaten all these dishes, come on, keep your

Rylee bowed to Armand.

“Actually

You lied to

the huge dogs we raise are in factories in

what you say in the future. It's

sofa and

the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped

that she sat up straight

Armand and the old butler were silent and bowed

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

future? Why

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

head, not daring

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

eyes, “You? You're here to be

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

she admitted that she really didn't do much work

with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway!

She was also hardworking!

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

watched Timothy coming downstairs

once again: what happened

didn't even look at Rylee and rushed out like

to the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she

not at home, she

was so

was also a thorn in her

and pick it up. With the conversation of “Yes, yes” and “Yes,

eyes closed,

even tell whether she should cry or be happy about what happened

“Ms. Carroll?”

old butler's voice sounded beside

eyes, “Oh? Is there something

is for you.” The old

“Oh? For me? What?”

curiously, glanced at it, and she

teeth, “When did this

now, you must have heard it, too. I just receive a call from Mr. Wheeler, and I then

“After all these businesses, and this is the

old butler's

Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the

rubbed her eyes and looked at

were