Wolf President Hooks Up

Timothy reluctantly let go of the softness in his hand. Then his hand moved downwards along her hips to her thigh, rubbing. “The
hemline is too short to cover your thigh...”
“Ah-- I got it. I got it. Get your hand away from me! I know what you mean.”
Rylee’s body turned hot, and she blushed because of Timothy’s actions.
Timothy slowly moved away from her. If not, he couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Hence, you are my maid and have dressed like this. Shouldn’t I be angry?”
“Yes, you should. Indeed.” Rylee had no strength to fight back. She could only nod hard.
“Shouldn’t I punish you?”
“Yes, you should.”
Timothy glanced at her coldly. Suddenly, he frowned. “Is the zipper of your dress on the back? Can you zip it up?”
Rylee blurted out, “Of course not. I asked Manfred for help...”
“Did Manfred help you to zip it up?” Timothy’s eyes turned fierce suddenly. Rylee shivered in fear.
“Hmm... Well... No one else was with us at that time, so...”
She couldn’t help cursing when explaining to Timothy, feeling like a wife being caught adultery and explaining to her husband.
Timothy narrowed his eyes and said icily, “How I wish to cut his hands.”
“Pardon me?” Rylee didn’t hear him clearly, tilting her head to look at him.
“Nothing.”
“You muttered something.”
Timothy turned to look at Rylee. “I said you looked uglier than a hippo in this dress.”
Rylee lowered her head and mumbled, “Really? At least I can get sixty points out of a hundred, can’t I?”

Timothy glanced at her, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number. “Armand, got me a shawl. Hurry.”
“What do you need a shawl?” Rylee tugged his sleeve.
“Shush. Or do you want to have the punishment again?”
Rylee covered her lips quickly, widened her eyes in fear, and shook her head at him.
Timothy gritted his teeth when seeing her expression. He heaved a sigh deeply. “You made me nuts.”
He turned around to avoid looking at her.
Rylee lowered her head, rubbing her high heels against the floor.
Mr. Wheeler said he was going nuts. Sure enough, he disliked her.
She wondered why she couldn’t please him.
It was okay if she had offended others, like the three girls from the Carroll family. She deliberately offended them. However,
Timothy was a gangster leader. She had offended him. Did it mean she would live in danger?
Rylee rubbed her nose, sighing for being so unlucky.
There were a few knocks on the door. Then they heard a voice, “Excuse me, Boss. It’s me. Armand. I’m bringing you the shawl.”
Timothy pushed Rylee behind the door, opened it, and took the shawl.
Then he closed the door again.
Armand’s nose almost went flat because of the slam.
“Come here,” Timothy said to Rylee with a darkened face.
“Okay.” Rylee immediately walked to him obediently.
However, she moved too fast that she directly bumped into his chest. Her bosom pressed on him tightly.
Timothy gritted his teeth secretly.
This little thing kept hitting on him.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for being careless. Did I dirty your clothes?”
Rylee put on a flattering smile, afraid to offend Timothy. She patted his jacket hurriedly as if she was dusting it.
“Ahem. Ahem.” Timothy had to cough to cover his aroused desire.
“You’ve coughed a lot today. Is there anything wrong with your throat? Do you want to see a doctor?”
Rylee had decided to fawn on this bad-tempered gangster leader.
Timothy didn’t buy it. Rolling his eyes at her, he said, “Stop nagging.”
Rylee was scared. She instantly stood upright and lowered her head.
Timothy breathed a sigh of relief, opened the shawl, and put it on her shoulders to wrap them.
“Oh? Is it for me? It looks pretty. Armand has good taste.”
Rylee pulled the shawl and took a look.
“If you dress such exposing dress in the future...”
“I know. I understand. I won’t do it again...” Rylee shrank his neck, waving at Timothy.
“Ok.”
“Well...”
“Ehn?” Timothy wondered what she wanted to speak, squinting at her.
Rylee let out a few hollow laughs. “Haha... Mr. Wheeler... Can you not kiss me for punishment in the future? My respiratory
system isn’t good. Really.”
Timothy blushed.
Fortunately, it was pretty dark in the room. Rylee didn’t see it.
“Have a death wish, huh? Time to go!” Timothy roared in embarrassment.
He pulled the door open and walked out of the room.

“You are... Why don’t you listen to my suggestion?” Rylee pouted and stomped in anger.
She complained, “I really don’t know how to breathe. My tongue is still numb. Does Mr. Wheeler have kissing dependence?
What’s so good about mixing the saliva?”
Suddenly, she realized that the essential icons always had some quirks.
Timothy’s quirk should be punishing others by kissing.
It seemed Timothy always punished others in this way, so he was so skilled in kissing.
She wondered if he used the same way to punish men.
All of a sudden, the scene that Timothy grabbed Kenneth and kissed him wildly as a punishment appeared in her mind.
“Hahaha... That’s too hilarious. How dramatic!”
Rylee walked out of the room slowly.
As soon as she walked out, Armand stopped her.
“Ms. Carroll, please wait for a moment before going out.”
“Why?”
She stretched her neck, only to find that Timothy had already stepped into the banquet hall.
It was bright and crowded over there.
Armand said in a dilemma, “It’s for your own good. Boss has said so.”
Rylee rolled her eyes at him. “Again? Timothy just likes to order others. So annoying.”
Armand rubbed his forehead speechlessly.
How could Rylee dislike Timothy so much?
He felt sorry for Timothy...
Rylee suddenly looked at Armand with a smile. “Armand, have you been punished by Mr. Wheeler before?”

“Of course! He’s so short-tempered, worse than a tyrant.”
He was always hit by Timothy whenever practicing Kung Fu, causing soreness in his body for several days.
“What? Have you? Gosh... TSK. TSK. TSK...”
Rylee was amazed and clicked her tongue.
She couldn’t believe that Timothy would kiss Armand... She couldn’t stand it anymore.
Frowning at her weird look, Armand asked, “Why? What’s so weird about the punishment? Boss only treats you mercifully. His
punishments almost killed us.”
Rylee widened her eyes more.
She blinked and grabbed his hand, fully agreeing with him. Shaking his hand, she said, “We’re the same. We are so pitiful,
dude.”
Armand was confused.
He wondered what she was talking about.
“No way!” Rylee suddenly thought about something, stomping. “I was scolded and punished by him, but I forgot the important
matter.”
She followed him over for the exclusive interview.
Rylee was going nuts. After the punishment, she had forgotten this matter.
She inwardly cried for her four thousand dollars and her exclusive interview.
Rylee rubbed her hair while blaming herself. ‘You were obsessed by his beauty. You deserve it!’ she said to herself.
Felicia walked around in the backyard garden, waiting for Timothy to look for her. However, he didn’t show up after a long time.
She panicked, hopped off the swing, and rushed into the hall.
“He has promised to find me. Why didn’t he come here? Timothy, you broke your promise!”

Felicia walked into the banquet hall and stretched her neck to look around.
It was pretty crowded in the hall. She couldn’t see him.
“Where is Timothy?” she muttered.
Timothy was quite tall, so he usually stood out among the crowd.
Felicia frowned. She grabbed someone at random and asked, “Do you know where Timothy Wheeler is?”
The person was taken back and shook his head with a smile. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t pay attention to him.”
Even if he had seen what happened, he wasn’t so bold to tell.
Everyone kept their mouths shut when it was relevant to Timothy, the gangster leader.
The less they spoke, the less dangerous it would be.
If they spoke too much, probably one single line could end your life.
Felicia asked several attendees, but they looked the same and gave her the same answers.
She happened to ask Deborah, “Excuse me, Ma’am. Have you seen Timothy Wheeler?”
Deborah was taken aback. She blurted out, “Mr. Wheeler? He has gone inside. That cheap temptress hit on my brother and then
on Mr. Wheeler, just like her mother. She’s such a slut. Bah!”
Felicia didn’t understand Deborah’s accent. Her expression changed dramatically. She asked her anxiously, “What? The
temptress? Who is she?”
Andrea happened to trot over and said to Deborah in a panic, “Deborah, bad news. Caroline is vomiting and feeling dizzy. What
should we do?”
Deborah wasn’t in the mood to answer Felicia again. She walked away with Andrea and asked, “Why is she vomiting? No one
forced her to drink. What is she...”
“Alas... She was pissed off by Rylee Carroll.”
“Go find Manfred and ask him to send Caroline home. Hurry up. I can’t let him be pestered by that woman again.”

“Okay. I’ll go find him.”