Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 570

Timothy was chewing as he said, “Girl, considering what you owe me, why can’t you share some of your food with me? Or do you want me to charge you interest for what you owe?”

Rylee pouted, “Eat from the hot pot. These are mine!”

“Can't you be a little bit more generous?” Timothy poked Rylee’s hand with his chopsticks and she reluctantly released her hand. Timothy shamelessly picked the food from her plate and ate happily.

Rylee was getting increasingly upset with Timothy and rolled her eyes. She even jabbed Timothy with her elbow. She could not wait to get rid of this scoundrel.

Armand was angry to see Rylee’s actions and screaming inside, "Come on Boss, fight back and hold this chick down!"

Timothy picked up Rylee’s drink and gulped down a big mouthful.

“Hey hey hey, this is my drink. Why did you drink from my glass?” Rylee protested. If Mr. Wheeler drank from her glass, did it mean that they’ve kissed?’

Timothy chuckled, “Girl, I didn't mind drinking from you glass, so why did you? Where’s the handkerchief that I gave you?”

Rylee tried to recollect, “Handkerchief? I think it’s at home.”

“Next time took it with you. Here you go, wipe your face. It’s in a mess.” Timothy said as he took out his handkerchief and throw it at Rylee’s face.

Rylee took over the handkerchief, wiped her face and tossed it onto the table. She then snapped, “Why should I wipe my face now? I’m not done eating yet. I still want to eat much more. Waiter! Get him a plate.”

Rylee shielded her plate again. Timothy used his skills and was still able to pick out the food from her plate. Both of them fought along the entire time.

Manfred ate quietly and pondered deeply as he looked at the two of them.

Rylee was agitated and quickly stuffed her mouth with food to prevent Timothy from stealing them. She then said to Timothy, “Mr. Wheeler, don’t you have something else to do? You’ve been eating with us for a while. Isn’t it time to leave?”

Timothy clenched his teeth. “What do you mean? I’m here only for a few minutes.”

Damn, girl is so eager for him to leave so that she could continue her meal privately with Manfred? Timothy was fuming.

“A few minutes? You were already here for more than half an hour! All my food had been eaten by you. You also drank from my glass. You should be full by now!”

Timothy said childishly, “You’re so petite and yet still wanting more to eat, so what about me? I’m much taller than you so I need to eat more!”

Rylee pouted her lips even more. If this Mr. Wheeler wasn’t a gang leader, if I didn’t owe him so much money, then I’d kick him far far away!

Timothy, Manfred, and Rylee left after they had their fill.

When Manfred was about to pay for the bill, the cashier told him that Timothy had already settled the bill.

When Manfred left the restaurant, he saw Timothy’s hand on Rylee’s head holding her off as she tried franticly to kick Timothy. She yelled and struggled to kick but could not reach Timothy. Timothy on the other hand was amused and bit his lips while grinning gleefully.

Manfred’s heart sank when he saw the scene. Why did they seem so comfortable with each other?

Rylee got into Manfred’s car, turned towards him, and made faces at him. She was angry that Mr. Wheeler liked to play tricks on her. He was pleased only when she became angry. What a pervert.

“Why does this man behave this way? Having that exceptionally good looks, why is he so sinister? Are gang leaders all such wicked? Why did I owe him money? What did I do to offend him? Oh God, how frustrating!” Rylee kept ranting about Timothy. He ate her food, drank her drinks, and grabbed her head while toying with her.”

Manfred suddenly realized something and remarked, “So you’re that girl!”

“What? What did you say?” Rylee looked at Manfred and noticed that he seemed a bit displeased.

“Nothing, we’re almost home.” Both of them walked into the Carrolls' Manor and sensed that something was not right in the house.

Timothy watched as Manfred’s car drove to the distance before he held his abdomen as he entered the car.

“Boss…” Armand was worried for Timothy.