Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 632: Perfect Service from the Boss

"You have such short legs," Timothy remarked as he helped Rylee up. She was overjoyed to finally be able to sit up on the back of the horse, "What's the issue with having short legs? Being a model is not my ambition; I'm content with my short legs." When he criticized her, she didn't like it.

"Do you want me to lead the way before you start riding?" Timothy stood beside the horse, holding the lead, inquired.

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Timothy then placed his hand on Rylee's back and gently pushed, "Sit up straight!" He exclaimed. Then his hand landed on her thigh, "Tighten your grip..." he said, his gaze fixed on her legs.

This scene reminded him of that wild night, and her tightness drove him insane.

"Hey, what should I do now?" Rylee called him a few times before kicking him in the chest lightly. Timothy awoke from his trance and turned to face Rylee. His gaze was commanding and predatory, making Rylee nervous because she had no idea what that gaze meant.

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"Look at the front, and keep a tight grip on the lead," Timothy said, taking a deep breath and bringing himself back to reality.

"Sure, look ahead, keep a tight grip on the lead..." Rylee's eyes twinkled with delight, she bit her lip in great joy and smiled. "You know I always wanted to ride a horse, and I was a fantastic rider; I flew with the wind like a female warrior in my dream!"

"Very well, warrior, let us proceed slowly," Timothy said lovingly, walking forward holding the lead as if he were a groom.

"Our boss has become a servant for Rylee, how pathetic!" Armand exclaimed from a distance.

"This is the first time I see him smile," his colleague said, looking enviously at Timothy and Rylee. "Don't you think he has a lovely smile?"

"He's not smiling at you, why do you look so happy?" Armand said coldly.

The lady on the back of the horse, on the other hand, did not enjoy Timothy's smile.

Rylee should have shown gratitude or joy at being served by their boss, but instead, she appeared to believe that everything was fine the way it was.

Rylee's expression changed the moment the horse took its first step. "Oh my god, my god, it's so scary, no, stop, I'm going to die!" Her entire body stiffened, eyes rounded, mouth wide opened, she yelled.

Timothy's pace was so slow that he looked up at the woman and exclaimed, "A snail is faster than us!"

"But his muscles are moving and wriggling!"

"Of course, this is a horse, a real horse, not the amusement park's wooden horse!"

"But I feel like I'm going to fall off with his movement, no, no, stop, it's terrifying!" Rylee nearly cried out, and her face turned pale as well. She immediately let go of the reins and jumped off the horse without waiting for Timothy to stop, landing exactly on Timothy's body, while Timothy quickly grabbed her on the buttocks.

She clutched his neck, pressing her body against him, her eyes tightly shut. "Oh my, that was terrifying, too terrifying; I don't want to be a warrior; please help me!"

"We haven't even started and you are this terrified, where is your courage?" Timothy frowned as he lightly patted her back.

"No, no, I vowed never to ride another horse again! I'm sure I'll fall off the horse; horses don't like me, and I'm sure they'll kick me off their back!" As she spoke, her head shook violently.

"You can't give up this easy; you must learn and overcome difficulties with courage and determination," Timothy said as he lightly patted her buttocks.

What she desired now was to be transformed into a parasite and inserted directly into Timothy's body, where she would be safe.

"I'm a coward, I lack courage and determination, I despise horseback riding, and I'm not riding!" Rylee shook her legs, which were still wrapped around Timothy's waist as if she were a little girl throwing a tantrum at her father.

When all of this occurred, a horse was enjoying a leisurely snack in the woods not far away.

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A tall man comforted a petite girl in his arms. "You're such a loser giving up like this; you need to learn how to ride a horse today!" After a brief pause, Timothy stated.

"No!" Rylee objected while Timothy had already remounted the horse. She shook her limps in fear as Timothy jumped up to the horse and sat behind her, one hand on her waist, the other gripping the lead.

"Let's ride together, I'll make sure you don't fall, come on, hold on to the lead with me," he whispered into her ears.

"No, I don't want to; I want to go! Why are you forcing me? I hate you!" Rylee said, shaking her head and gripping his arms tightly despite claiming to despise him.

Timothy sighed and gently yanked on the reins, commanding the horse to move forward.

"Oh my goodness! Help! Please help me! Timothy, you're a nut! You let me down! I truly hate you!" Rylee's body trembled in fear as she leaned against Timothy's chest and scolded him.

Timothy ignored her words, tightening his grip on her body and gradually speeding up. They ran past tree after tree, until only the sound of the wind remained.

Rylee fell silent, her emotions shifting from fear to shock to awe. Riding a horse felt fantastic! Flying in the field as if having a pair of wings.

"Hold on to the lead tight, we're fencing." Rylee tightened her grip on the reins as Timothy's voice rang in her ear.

The horse easily jumped over the first fence. "Wow, this is awesome, I fence on horseback!" Rylee exclaimed in delight, and Timothy smiled as he saw her happy expression.

He then handed her the lead and instructed her on how to handle it while holding her entire body in his arms.

"I can't believe I'm horseback riding! I'm fantastic! I performed a miracle!" Rylee screamed joyfully, like a child.

From a distance, their bodies leaned against each other while riding a horse, and they appeared to be a loving couple.

Timothy dismounted the horse, allowing Rylee to try on her own. Surprisingly, she was able to ride slowly.

Timothy smiled as Rylee rode in a circle around the field, thinking she was a quick learner.

Rylee became tired after a while and jumped off the horse. As she landed, her gaze met Timothy's, who was looking at her gently and lovingly from a few meters away.

"Did you see that? I'm a rider, and I've mastered the skill of horseback riding. I'm overjoyed!" Rylee screamed as she dashed up to Timothy's arms and hugged him naturally.

Her actions of returning to him touched his heart, and he looked down at her. "Are you exhausted? Thirsty? Do you want something to drink?"

Rylee repeatedly nodded, "Yes, I'm so thirsty that I could die from dehydration!" While still hugging Timothy, she said.

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She didn't realize she was hugging him until he turned his body to reach for the drinks. She was taken aback and immediately took a step back.

'Oh my gosh! Is that Timothy, the gangster boss, I'm hugging? What a scumbag I am! Rylee Carroll, you've forgotten what it's like to be ashamed!

Despite her attraction to his beauty, hugging him was too much. She must have been insane to take advantage of the gangster boss!

Timothy poured a glass of flower tea for Rylee, who gulped it down immediately.

"Ah! It's energizing; one more, please!" She said this while handing Timothy the empty glass and waiting for it to be filled.

Armand clenched his teeth as he watched what was going on in front of him.

Timothy, on the other hand, happily accepted the glass, filled it, and placed it near Rylee's mouth.

She gulped it down again in a matter of seconds.

"Would you like another glass?" Timothy's service was a five-star experience.

"I like sugar in my tea, do you have sugar?" Rylee inquired.

"You're a difficult one to serve, so I'll add some sugar," Timothy smiled as he reached for the sugar cube and refilled the glass.

"Thank you, Timothy, you are the best," Rylee said as she took the third glass.

Timothy's expression remained unchanged, he was thinking, 'Your little trick on Manfred won't work on me!'

He then took a step forward, leaned in towards Rylee, and frowned at her body odor, saying, "You stinks sweat, dirty pig!"

Hearing that, Rylee choked on her tea. "I smell nothing like sweat!" She exclaimed as she lifted her arms and smelled her armpit.

Timothy chastised her once more; he despised her to the core and tried to find fault with her whenever he could.

"Stop drinking; drinking too much fluid at once is a strain on your heart. Come on, let's take a shower!" Timothy said as he pulled Rylee's collar.

"I'd like some more tea! You scumbag, let me go!" Rylee said as she struggled to break free from Timothy.