Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 575 Forced A Kiss On Her

It was cloudy, sparkly, and even a little misty.

Her body is burning, as though a hand was igniting all the cells in her body. She had a strong urge to wiggle, wanting to get closer to him.

She couldn’t control her desire to move closer and rub on him. She wanted to give all of herself to him.

Armand held his breath as he watched the scene unfolding on the backseat of the car through the rear mirror excitedly.

He could hear clearly the sounds from the pair’s kissing.

How bewitching!

Armand thought to himself, "It’s amazing how Boss could make a kiss so erotic!"

Then, he bit down on his lips and closed his legs tightly.

Timothy kissed her hard, tasting her all over, not willing to let an inch of her left untouched.

He kissed her so hard that it seemed like he wanted to suck away all of her sweetness and perhaps even her sanity.

In his ears, he could hear Rylee’s rapid and messy breathing, mixed with occasional soft moans from her. That sounded like an alarm to Timothy as he quickly retreated and sat up straight.

"Damn! I almost went overboard," he scolded himself.

He couldn’t do that.

Putting his arm on the window and with two fingers stroking his chin, Timothy pretended to be in thoughts as he looked out the window.

Heck, he couldn’t remember what he’d seen outside the window at all.

Oh?

Rylee was still laying on the seats in confusion.

She was still in the same posture with her arms above her head, looking like she was torturing herself.

“You got it back uh?” Timothy suppressed his laughter and said coldly.

“Huh? What?” Rylee didn’t understand what he meant for a moment. She moved her arms, which had turned numb by being pressed down before and scratched her head.

He sneaked a glance at her, teasing her, “What? You didn’t have enough? You want more? I’m telling you, that’s impossible.”

That made Rylee frown as she muttered in embarrassment, “No way. Stop saying such nonsense, Mr. Wheeler.” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Then why aren’t you getting up? Why are you still in that position? You’re obviously unsatisfied.”

“Ah!” Only now did Rylee realize the position she was in and felt embarrassed. It looked as if she was trying to seduce Timothy to continue with whatever he was doing.

Rylee got up in a hurry and tidied her hair shyly as she stole glances of Timothy from time to time.

Mr. Wheeler seemed to look impatient, angry, and irritated.

Oh man, she must have offended him this time. He probably wanted to break her neck. He only resorted to such a way because he had no other choice, right? Looked like Mr. Wheeler was unsatisfied with all that fuss. Just look at his face. It’s so gloomy. What should she do?

Rylee didn't realize that Timothy had taken advantage of her. Due to her extreme fear for his gang- related background, she felt that she was the one who had harassed him instead of the other way around. She believed Timothy was the one at a loss between the two of them.

“Mr. Wheeler…”

Rylee muttered.

Timothy wouldn’t spare her a glance at all.

Her small hands held Timothy’s sleeves and shook it gently as she apologized, “Mr. Wheeler, I’m sorry. I won’t take advantage of you anymore next time. Don’t be mad at me.”

“Mm,” Timothy finally hummed in response to her.

“Tee hee.” Rylee finally let out a sigh of relief as she touched her head, feeling the bliss from his answer as she thought that it was really good to be alive.

Then… After a minute, Rylee, the idiot, finally realized something.

Wait, what? Just now, Mr. Wheeler kissed her forcefully, didn’t he?

It wasn’t just a normal kiss, but a French kiss, where he used his tongue!

Crap!

She was too afraid earlier that she forgot to get a taste of his lips.

"Rylee, you’re such an idiot! You finally had the chance to kiss a gang leader, but there you were, drown in a daze. You don’t even remember anything! Dummy!" she cursed at herself.

But…why did she feel that Mr. Wheeler’s so called "get it back" wasn't quite right? Which part? She didn't know.

When they got out of the car, Armand finally smiled.

He was over the moon about the fact that his boss finally had some fun.

What happened in the car earlier made him admire Timothy even more. Timothy was indeed devious enough that he could even turn feeling a girl up into being taken advantage of himself.

Rylee approached Armand and said, “Armand, you look so cute when you smile. You should do it more often.”

Her words made Armand’s smile stiffen on his face immediately.

Timothy was walking ahead of them. When the breeze blowing, a few strands of his hair floated in the air.

From the back, he looked even more elegant and manly.

She couldn't believe she had tasted the lips of this gang leader who looked like he came right out of a picture.

Hmph, She was so going to flex this to Joseph next time.

Until now, Rylee still didn’t think of Timothy as human, but as a living god instead.

“Mr. Wheeler, wait up! Let’s walk together.”

She hopped and chased after Timothy, holding his arm naturally once she reached his side. She turned her head towards him and looked at his handsome face as she chuckled, “Mr. Wheeler, do you have a girlfriend?”

If he didn’t have one, Rylee was going to introduce Selena Shultz to him.

Timothy’s gaze flickered at her question, “Do you care about that a lot?”

Rylee nodded, “Of course I do! So, do you have one?”

She looked up at him cutely, just like an adorable kitten.

“No,” Timothy said as he looked in the distance with a soft smile.

“Yay! Hooray!” Rylee was ecstatic.

Timothy was secretly pleased by her reaction, “What? Are you that happy about me being single?”

Rylee smirked.

The corner of Timothy’s lips curved a little as well.

They had come to Summit House Restaurant again. Rylee rushed in first, yelling, “I’m going to see if that stupid bird is still alive!”

What she said almost shocked Joel to death.

He wiped his cold sweat away and grinned, thinking to himself, "Oh my god, this girl is a brave one. Did she just cursed for Timothy’s bird to have an early death?"

When he looked behind Rylee, he saw Timothy walking into the place with his hands in his pockets and a pleasant expression on his face.

The bird in the cage was basking in the sun, its tiny body swaggering.

Rylee smiled and dashed towards the cage, shaking it with her hands, “Hey, stupid bird. Say something.”

The bird was shocked by her sudden appearance as it opened its eyes and looked in her direction. Damn, why was this weird girl here again?

“Hello! How are you?”

The bird was acting much more obedient today. It even said something nice.

That was enough to make Rylee happy, clapping her hands as she looked at Timothy and said, “Mr. Wheeler! Did you hear that? The bird became smarter after my training. It can even greet someone now!”

Armand and Joel were speechless.

What did you mean you trained it? The bird knew how to say that in the first place, okay.

Timothy nodded, “If you like the bird, take it home.”

Again, Armand and Joel reacted simultaneously and widened their eyes.

What?

Was their boss willing to give his bird to this little girl as a gift?

However, Rylee shook her head, “Nah, I don’t want it. It pees and shits everywhere. That’s nasty.”

Pfft.

Timothy couldn’t help but laugh at her answer.

Then, Rylee said to Joel, “Hey, since the stupid bird knows how to say 'How are you?' now, we must reward it. Give the bird some millets!”

Joel looked at Timothy first, and upon seeing his adoring expression for Rylee, he nodded immediately and said, “Sure thing! The bird will get its millets.”

Rylee was even happier now, clapping her hands as they walked inside.

It was an enjoyable meal for them.

Armand peeked at them from the crack in the door. He found that Rylee was good at telling stories in exaggerated ways. She was speaking vividly, telling Timothy about the funny things that happened in her school, and even adding gestures from time to time. It definitely helped in making Timothy smile.

Armand looked up and sighed, “What’s so good about her? She’s childish and stubborn.”

When Rylee walked out of the restaurant, she was stroking her stomach, “I’m so freaking full. My stomach is going to burst.”

Joel was sending them off and almost broke out in laughter when he heard Rylee’s thoughtless words.

He had never seen any woman who didn’t care about their image when eating with another man. Plus, Rylee could even say such embarrassing things without blushing.

When the car came to a stop once again, Rylee was asking Timothy, “Mr. Wheeler, have we reached your house? Huh? You live at the mall?”

Timothy exited the car and said flatly, “Let’s get you some clothes first.”

“Wait, not here! The things here are costly.” Amidst Rylee’s wailing, Timothy had dragged her out of the car.

He gave Armand a look, to which Armand nodded and brought a dozen of bodyguards to watch over them from a distance.

“We shouldn’t buy things here. Mr. Wheeler, this place is a scam. Everything is super expensive!”

Rylee grabbed onto Timothy’s shirt and muttered softly.

Even Joseph wouldn’t buy anything here easily. After all, this mall had all the designer brands sold at sky-high prices.

“We’re not spending your money. What are you worrying about?”

“But that’s your money too. I’m trying to help you save them.”

Timothy smirked and stroke Rylee’s head, “Oh? You seem to have the potential to be a housekeeper.”

Housekeeper?

For whom?

It suddenly occurred to her that if being Manfred’s housekeeper, she would act like a wife, who needed to take care of everyone in the family, besides buying groceries, cleaning the house and whatnot.

Rylee smirked, “Who can I be a housekeeper for?”

Timothy, without looking at her, murmured, “Worse comes to worst, you can be mine.”

She can be his woman and manage his family business too.

But Rylee seemed to have misunderstood him, frowning and sighing, “I can’t. I’m sure there are a lot of things to manage in your place. I’m not a well-trained housekeeper, you know.”

There was a difference between being a housekeeper and being a hostess.

Timothy knocked her head with his knuckles lightly.

This girl can be so dense sometimes.

As they spoke, they entered the most high-end mall in the area.

Once they got inside, Rylee noticed a famous international brand right away.

There were many counterfeit items of this brand on those online shopping platforms.

“It sure is a designer brand. How can a wallet cost thousands of dollars?” Rylee looked at the counter, curling her lip tightly. Then she shook her head, sighing, “Mr. Wheeler, even if this wallet is made from crocodile leather, it shouldn’t cost so much, right? I could buy and breed a few crocodiles myself with the thousands of dollars.”