Chapter 583
\nWolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 583<\/p>\n
She guessed that the slut must have dragged Mr. Wheeler to somewhere outdoor.<\/p>\n
Rylee was anxious.<\/p>\n
“Mr. Wheeler, let me save you!” she screamed inside.<\/p>\n
Rylee rolled up her sleeves and kept searching for Timothy in all the rooms.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t find him in the cloakroom, storage room, or the balcony.<\/p>\n
Swoosh!<\/p>\n
Rylee pushed the door of the bathroom open forcibly.<\/p>\n
The smoke and heat overwhelmed her. She couldn\u2019t open her eyes in the heat.<\/p>\n
She wondered if the hot pipe had been broken and the heat was leaked.<\/p>\n
Rylee waved her hands in front of her, and finally, she could see something.<\/p>\n
She gaped.<\/p>\n
She widened her watery eyes in shock.<\/p>\n
No way!<\/p>\n
Mr. Wheeler was showering.<\/p>\n
The water was turned off. His wet hair attached to his handsome face, making him look enchanting.<\/p>\n
Water dropped on his healthy skin. He looked so hot.<\/p>\n
That wasn\u2019t the critical point.<\/p>\n
The most important was that Rylee had seen his joy stick on Mr. Wheeler\u2019s lower abdomen.<\/p>\n
It was magnificent.<\/p>\n
It was… tremendous!<\/p>\n
With a glimpse, Rylee had thought about all the nasty words, such as rough sex, hurt, sadism and persistence…<\/p>\n
\u201cAh–\u201d Rylee didn\u2019t cover her eyes until she had stared at him for at least ten seconds.<\/p>\n
Timothy finally returned to his senses. Squinting, he muttered to himself, \u201cLittle thing? Is it you for real?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t think she was supposed to be here.<\/p>\n
Hadn\u2019t she returned to Carrolls\u2019 Manor?<\/p>\n
Didn\u2019t she insist on going to find Manfred?<\/p>\n
How could… How could she suddenly show up in his bathroom in his villa?<\/p>\n
Impossible!<\/p>\n
Timothy wondered if he had been too drunk that he was having an illusion.<\/p>\n
Was he really that drunk?<\/p>\n
However, he had heard a familiar scream which sounded exactly like Rylee.<\/p>\n
Timothy strode to Rylee, stood in front of her, and squinted. Looking down at her trembling shoulders, he put his big palm on her head and whispered, \u201cIs it really you, Little Thing? Are you Rylee?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee was quite upset.<\/p>\n
She wondered if he didn\u2019t hope to see her. Who did he wish to see?<\/p>\n
Rylee pulled down his hand in anger, looked up, and snapped, \u201cWhy can\u2019t it be me? Who are you expecting? You\u2019ve gone too far!\u201d<\/p>\n
Timothy frowned upon hearing her roar.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s really you!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah! It\u2019s me! I\u2019m the undefeated Rylee! Why? Do you not want to see me here because I’ve interrupted you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Timothy didn\u2019t understand what Rylee meant. He slightly twitched his lips and smiled, \u201cHaven\u2019t you gone home?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cAre you asking me? It\u2019s all because of you. I…\u201d When Rylee was about to teach Timothy a lesson, she looked down and saw Timothy\u2019s joystick again. She exclaimed, covered her face, and trotted out without thinking.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you please put on clothes? Why do you like being naked so much?\u201d<\/p>\n
As a result, Rylee\u2019s head hit on the bathroom door when she was in a panic.<\/p>\n
There was a loud bang.<\/p>\n
\u201cOuch! It hurts!\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee covered her forehead, huddled up.<\/p>\n
Timothy felt sorry for her when seeing it. Hurriedly, he walked over and held her in his arms, carrying her out of the bathroom.<\/p>\n
\u201cSilly girl, why didn\u2019t you look when walking? It must hurt a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee opened her eyes and roared, \u201cIt\u2019s all your fault! It\u2019s all your fault!\u201d<\/p>\n
Timothy coaxed her patiently. \u201cIt\u2019s my bad. It\u2019s all my fault. OK?\u201d<\/p>\n
He put Rylee on his bed and said, \u201cWait for a moment. I\u2019ll get you an ointment for relieving pain and swelling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee screamed again. She lay prone on the bed like a timid kitten.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou– Why haven\u2019t you put on clothes yet? Hurry up and get dressed!\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee kicked in anger.<\/p>\n
She felt so ashamed. How could she see Mr. Wheeler\u2019s private part so many times?<\/p>\n
She was afraid that she would die of embarrassment.<\/p>\n
However…<\/p>\n
She wondered why Mr. Wheeler\u2019s private part was much bigger than those models she had seen in the magazines.<\/p>\n
Sure enough, Mr. Wheeler was a martial artist, so his private part was so magnificent. She felt sorry for the woman who would marry Mr. Wheeler in the future. If Mr. Wheeler was fond of having sex, his wife would be exhausted by him definitely.<\/p>\n
Seeing that Rylee was squirming in a silly but adorable way, Timothy laughed out. Bending over, he approached Rylee\u2019s ear and whispered with a smile, \u201cHow lucky you are, Rylee! You\u2019ve seen my long john.\u201d<\/p>\n
His words sounded so erotic.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I haven\u2019t. I didn\u2019t see anything. I didn\u2019t!\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee lay on her stomach with blushed cheeks.<\/p>\n
When he walked out of the cloakroom, he saw Rylee was looking down at the bed while puckering her butt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you looking for?\u201d<\/p>\n
Timothy couldn\u2019t help but pat her round butt.<\/p>\n
It felt pretty nice.<\/p>\n
He grabbed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh?\u201d Rylee frowned and stood up, resting her hand on the waist. \u201cLooking for someone!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone? Who can you find below my bed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe woman. Where have you hidden her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee looked like a puppy that was about to bite Timothy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? Woman? What woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop acting. Mr. Keith downstairs said a woman was in your room. Where is she? Where have you hidden her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Timothy understood finally. Faintly smiling, he sat down with a glass of brandy. \u201cI see. You didn\u2019t go home at midnight but came here instead just because of this matter, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee widened her mouth, inhaling.<\/p>\n
She wasn\u2019t happy with his attitude. She had come here to save him from the danger, but he didn\u2019t appreciate it. He was even kidding with her.<\/p>\n
Rylee walked over and grabbed the brandy from Timothy\u2019s hand fiercely. She smashed the wine glass on the table and roared, \u201cYou\u2019ve been framed. Don\u2019t you know? They made you drunk and wanted to take advantage of you. Why can\u2019t you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n
Timothy looked at Rylee with a smile, his legs crossed, and said in a deep tone, \u201cWhy are you so worried about others taking advantage of me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow couldn\u2019t I? I can\u2019t sit and watch my friend be tricked without doing anything, can I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I your friend?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell…\u201d Rylee stammered.<\/p>\n
It seemed not…<\/p>\n
\u201cWell?\u201d Timothy gazed at Rylee deeply.<\/p>\n
Under his gaze, Rylee felt numb over her body. She stammered, \u201cYou should be my friend now. After all, you are my debtor, Mr. Wheeler. You are the elder I respect.\u201d<\/p>\n
As soon as Timothy heard that he was her elder, his face darkened.<\/p>\n
He wasn\u2019t willing to be her elder at all.<\/p>\n
He cursed inwardly.<\/p>\n
Timothy looked at Rylee and said, \u201cI\u2019m only eight years older than you. How could I be your elder?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee thought for a moment, curling her lips. \u201cThen… You can\u2019t be in the same generation as me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy can\u2019t I? Don\u2019t you have an older brother who\u2019s seven or eight years older than you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rylee shook her head determinedly. \u201cNo, I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Timothy almost blurted out a curse.<\/p>\n
He was going nuts. Why didn\u2019t Rylee have brothers or sisters who were much older than her?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-1983","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/1983","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1983"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}