Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 607: Message From Timothy

Felicia dared not speak anymore. She kicked her shoes, biting her lips.

Armand had the car ready for Timothy, hence he went straight into the car.

The car disappeared within seconds after Timothy went in.

Leaving Felicia at the door mumbling, “I swear I will be your woman! Tonight is the night I will be your woman! I’m sick of you treating me like a child! What is done cannot be undone! I will have it done tonight! Let’s see!”

Timothy looked at the watch and frowned, “Have you got everything prepared?” He asked Armand in the front.

Armand raised the thermos in his hand to Timothy, “Yes, it’s done, boss.”

By this time, Rylee had already done showering, put on her pajamas, and was ready to sleep when her mobile beep. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

A text? From who?

She sighed as she reached for her mobile, “Oh? It’s Timothy?”

It was a simple text from Timothy: Are you asleep?

Rylee: No, why?

She received an incoming call the moment her text was sent out, Timothy called.

It made Rylee nervous, he sat up straight, let out a cough to clear her throat before answering, “Yes?”

“Come out for a while.”

“Huh?” Rylee was stunned.

What was this? No greeting but gave her an order directly.

“I’m fifty meters away, east side of your home, come now.”

“What?”

What did he mean? He…

He was outside her home? No way.

Always so unexpected, always so insane.

“Cut the crap and come right now.”

“Wait, why?” Rylee scratched her head.

“I said stop the nonsense and come now!” Timothy hung up the call at once.

Rylee pressed her lips looking at the mobile, “This dude! What's so cool about being so fierce? A gang leader? So what!”

Alright, she had to admit that she was indeed afraid to provoke those in power, especially gangsters.

Rylee ran out holding her mobile, in her thin layer of pajamas and indoor slipper. She ran out just like that.

“Where is that crazy bastard?” Rylee whined as she looked left and right and saw a car parked in the east direction.

The surrounding was quiet, all the maids had gone to bed.

Rylee wrapped herself with her arms, she was freezing but ran towards the car.

There were few other cars parked beside with the engine off. If Timothy hadn’t told her the location, she wouldn’t know he was there.

Rylee saw Timothy leaning against the car from five meters away. Shit! This dude was really good looking.

Straight long legs, slim waist and broad shoulders with an awesomely good-looking face.

Who would have guessed that such a handsome man was the terrifying Timothy, a cold-blooded and ruthless leader of a gang?

“Are you insane? Coming here in the middle of the night?” Rylee shivered and inhaled in cold.

Timothy moved forward and hugged her, “Why didn’t you put on a cloak before coming out, silly?” he lectured her.

“Because you told me to come right away like you are dying!”

Timothy had her get into the car, the car was warmed by the heater, Rylee felt much better inside.

Timothy then warmed her hands by rubbing them with his, he smiled cunningly, “I bet you miss me too much. You don’t have to rush to see me, I don’t like a sick person.”

“I am not!” Rylee felt embarrassed.

This man was too overconfident.

There were only two of them sitting at the back of the car, his hands were still holding on to hers.

Rylee felt nervous. Why did it feel hot all of a sudden?

She peeked on Timothy’s firm chest. It was such eye candy as he was wearing a tight-fitting shirt, and she could clearly see his chest muscles.

‘But I have seen his private part, this is nothing. Shit! Rylee! What are you thinking about? How could you drool over a murderous gangster? God help me, I’m not a pervert, I shouldn’t keep thinking about how strong and sturdy Timothy’s little buddy is.’ Rylee thought.

“Hey, why are you looking at me like this? Are you thinking about something filthy?” Timothy squeezed her cheek.

Her skin was good, fair and smooth to touch, it made Timothy want to have a bite. Timothy gazed at her teasingly.

“No, No! Don’t defame me, I’m naïve!” Rylee looked away instantly, hiding her lustful gaze.

Timothy’s gaze fell on Rylee’s body, from her collar to her breasts and the fair and rosy cleavage, he was turned on.

Shit! He had perfect self-control but was constantly losing it lately.

“Are you trying to seduce me? That’s why you came without wearing a bra?” Timothy intentionally glanced at her chest.

Rylee realized it a few seconds late, she screamed out and covered her chest with her hands, “Darn you, I was rushing here and forgot to put it on!” she said hatefully.

“Even if you show it all to me, there is nothing to see, your size is not up to standard,” he said casually.

“What?!” Rylee’s eyes widened, “Stop belittling others, I’m C cup!” Rylee said as she straightened her back and raised her chest.

Timothy swept a glance at it, “C cup for a skinny body like this? I bet it was pushed up with cotton.”

“How dare you… Have a look then!” Rylee almost went crazy.

“Sure, let me verify,” Timothy smiled cunningly.

Rylee’s eyes widened and were stunned. “You are such a scumbag! Trying to trick me! I won’t fall into your trap, why don’t you show me yours?”

‘You think I’m that stupid to show you my breast?’ Rylee screamed inside.

Timothy held her chin up with one hand forcing her to face him while he approached her slowly. He breathed onto her lips and said with a faint smile, “Have you forgotten? You’ve seen it and verified the size too. Don’t act all naïve, I am the victim here.”

Rylee was at loss for word for three seconds before her cheek turned red. “That… That was an accident…”

It was not intentional and she kept having all kinds of nonsense thoughts ever since she saw that.

…

Armand rested his legs on the front seat in another car at the front, enjoying his cigarette.

“Armand, what are we doing here? What is Mr. Wheeler thinking?”

One of his men shivered in cold, lit a cigarette, and enjoyed it with his eyes squinted.

“Do I have to know everything? No one knows what the boss is thinking, his brain is like a maze. I feel helpless too, I am a high-level person in the gang and have been through a lot, seen a lot but I am nothing but a delivery man today, I am the one who should be complaining!”

“Huh? Armand, you deliver soup too?”

“Yes, instead of a gun, I held a thermos today and for a woman! Man, I have a reputation to keep!”

“Armand, I don’t think you have a reputation.”

Slap! A slap landed on the head of that poor man.

“Just listen quietly when I speak, I am like the right hand of an emperor now, many have to listen to me!”

The man that was slapped couldn’t hold his laughter, “Hey Armand, why did you compare yourself to a eunuch?”

Double slap! He got slapped again, twice this time, he even teared.

“Damn you lad! You've got so bold right now!”

Armand’s eyes widened and spit out the smoke right on that poor man's face.

Though it was a luxurious spacious car, having two people leaning on each other on the back seat still felt a little… too much.”

A question popped up in Rylee’s mind, “Oh right, I forgot to ask, why are you here at this hour?” She asked with her eyes widened.

She forgot about his purpose here thinking about nonsense just now.

Timothy swept a glance at her, unhappy, “Why? Am I not welcome?”

“Of course you are! You are the legendary Timothy, there is not a place where you are not welcome, including the ladies' washroom, right? Haha.”

Compliments would never go wrong.

If Timothy wasn’t good in martial art, if he wasn’t a leader of a gang and was useless like Joseph, she had already given him a few slaps on that handsome-looking face now.

But there were not many ifs in this cruel and real world.

“Why would I want to visit the ladies' room?”

“Metaphor, it was just a metaphor, so why are you here?”

Timothy let out a dry cough and acted casual, “Erm, I pass by here so stopped to see if you are still alive.”

Rylee was speechless. Her home was located in a quiet urban area, not in the middle of the city, where was he going to pass by here?

“Oh, thank you for your concern. Now look at me, I am alive and breathing well. Alright then? Can I go back to sleep now?”

The moment she stretched her hand to the door handle, Timothy pulled her back.

She fell right into his arms with her face hit hard on his chest.

“Hmm…” Rylee struggled in Timothy’s arms, she wriggled her body, kept a small distance from his chest and her warm breath hit his chest repeatedly.

Timothy couldn’t move an inch. He was already turned on by her warm breaths.

He wanted to kiss her.

He wanted to suck that pair of lips!

He wanted to feel their tongues entangled together!