Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 665: Go to Work

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? Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You, get out.”

Timothy turned his face away.

“What?”

Rylee was overwhelmed.

Get out for real?

Why did she feel that Mr. Wheeler was angrier than before?

If she went out like this, would Uncle Armand let the dog bite her?

Just before she came in, Uncle Armand had said that, if Mr. Wheeler couldn't eat the lunch happily and comfortably, he would make the big dog bite her ass when she came out.

“Don't understand me? I want you to get out!”

Timothy frowned irritably and pushed Rylee's ass off the chair...

Rylee had no choice but to pack up the dishes and walked out blankly.

As soon as she walked out, Timothy rubbed his temples irritably, shoving all the books on the desk down.

Armand and the old butler were surprised that Rylee came out so quickly.

“Why did you come out so soon? Has Mr. Wheeler eaten the meal?”

The old butler looked at the plate, and it seemed that some of it had been eaten.

Armand frowned and asked Rylee, “Is boss happy?”

Rylee immediately grinned 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 his eating. What do you think, Uncle Armand, you must not let out the dog?”

Rylee bowed to Armand.

Armand coughed and said, “Actually there are no dogs here.”

“Ah? You lied to me! You!”

“Actually, all the huge dogs we raise are in factories in the wild.”

“Humph! Uncle Armand, I will never believe what you say in the future. It's disrespectful for the old to lie to children.”

Rylee leaned on the sofa and grabbed the fruit to eat.

The door to the study suddenly opened and Timothy stepped out.

Rylee was so frightened that she sat up straight and stopped eating the fruit.

Both Armand and the old butler were silent and bowed their heads.

Timothy didn't look at anyone, walked upstairs and said, “Armand, get the car ready, I'll go to the office after I get dressed.”

“Oh, yes. Huh? Boss, don't we decide to spend weekends in the future? Why are we going to do to work in the company again?”

Armand looked puzzled.

“Cut the crap!”

Armand bowed his head, not daring to speak any more.

Rylee widened his eyes and asked Armand, “Well, Uncle Armand, you guys went to work in the company, what about me? What am I doing?”

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

Rylee stared blankly, and then stammered and retorted, “I, I am not fooling around! I am doing my job every day.”

Well, she admitted that she really didn't do much work this time. As Timothy's maid, she was very incompetent.

But...she slept with Mr. Wheeler last night anyway! That was a very tiring project!

She was also hardworking!

Timothy changed into a formal suit and went downstairs, with a gorgeous face, a graceful figure, and a firm but fast pace.

Rylee sat on the sofa and watched Timothy coming downstairs for a few seconds.

Well, she reminded herself once again: what happened last night was more beneficial to her!

Timothy didn't even look at Rylee and rushed out like the wind.

Rylee chased to the door in barefoot, clawed at the glass and looked out, she was relieved until she saw Timothy's luxury car drive away.

Overlord was not at home, she can finally calm down a little.

Last night was so dreamy and confusing…

It was also a thorn in her heart!

The phone of 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 kept talking and nodded in agreement.

Rylee was lying on the sofa, eyes closed, while her mind was in chaos.

She couldn't even tell whether she should cry or be happy about what happened last night.

“Ms. Carroll?”

The old butler's voice sounded beside her.

Rylee quickly opened her eyes, “Oh? Is there something I can help, Uncle Steward?”

“Well, this is for you.” The old butler handed over a piece of paper.

“Oh? For me? What?”

Rylee took the paper curiously, glanced at it, and she was shocked by the content.

Gritting her teeth, “When did this happen?”

“Just now, you must have heard 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 above.”

Rylee nodded viciously, “After all these businesses, and this is the final order from her! Alright, this boy has some trick.”

The old butler's eyelids trembled.

How dare was Ms. Carroll call their Mr. Wheeler by the title of “boy”? Oh, it’s disrespect, it’s so disrespect!

Rylee rubbed her eyes and looked at the paper again.

Countless requirements were written above:

Mop the master bedroom floor twice.

The sheets in the master bedroom need to be changed, washed, marked, and hand washed.

All underwear in the bathroom need to be hand washed.

The bathtub in the master bedroom need to be cleaned with disinfectant.

Fold all of Mr. Wheeler's shirts and rearrange them by color.

Before finishing it, Rylee was about to pass out.

While he was going to work, he didn’t let her rest alone!

Timothy, you bloody bastard!

The old butler urged Rylee, “Ms. Carroll, hurry up and do these tasks. Mr. Wheeler have a habit of cleanliness. It’s a great honor to keep you here last night. Please, don't mess up with his room.”

Rylee's expression went pissed and angry.

Did she mess up Timothy's bedroom? ! ! !

Rylee wanted to defend herself, but after thinking about it for a while, she indeed mess around Timothy's bedroom last night. Well, there’s nothing she could say, just go to work.

Rylee lower her head and walked upstairs moaning and groaning

Mopping the floor! Hey, hey, hey, she was sweating like rain.

Wash the sheets!

Wash both of the people's underwear.

Crying, crying, and crying…

Their underwear was mixed together...

Rylee freaked out again when she finally went to tidy up Timothy's shirt.

In a very large cloakroom, bigger than her bedroom, Timothy's shirts were filled with the lattices on the two walls.

From thin to thick.

From light color to dark color.

“Holy damn, there must be hundreds of pieces, right? Ah, ah, ah, I'm going to die of exhaustion!”

Rylee sat on the floor in the cloakroom, whimpering.

When Timothy came to the company, many employees were working overtime. When they suddenly saw Timothy coming, they were all quite scared.

Timothy walked past a door, frowned, then went back, looked into the room, and asked, “Kenneth, what are you doing here?”

Kenneth, who was examining an engineer's design blueprint, was startled. He turned around to look at Timothy in confusion, “Huh? Boss? Shouldn't you spend your weekend at home with your hot chicks? Why did you come to the company?”

It's better for him not to mention this, Timothy's expression turned cold.

Kenneth slapped himself.

Oh, this stupid mouth, why did he mention that awkward story!

The two tycoons got together and came to the bar under the EP Noir Society to have a drink.

There was no outsider here. There were only Timothy and Kenneth in the bar.

An hour ago, there was still a lot of people here. Sometime, there’ll be small band performing passionately on the small stage.

An hour later, this place has become a fresh and small bar of art and high-end conversation.

There were some young people walking on the street not far away, complaining constantly.

“Isn't that bar opened all the time? Why did it suddenly close today?”

“Oh, I was having a good time when I was blasted out by that group of people. If they didn't have guns, I would have had a fight with them! How could they simply cast me out?”