Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 561

There was a knock on the door.

“Who’s it?”

Rylee looked at her watch. It was nine o’clock.

“Are you asleep?”

A nice soft voice came from outside.

Hmm? Rylee frowned, ‘How come it sounded like Manfred’s voice?’

Thinking that Manfred was Deborah’s brother, Rylee didn’t want to bother with him anymore.

“I’ve already gone to bed. If there’s anything, let’s talk tomorrow.”

Just as Rylee finished speaking, the door of the room was opened by Manfred. Rylee was sitting on the floor in her pyjamas, with a book in her hand. Apparently, she had a hasty face for lying.

Manfred smiled as he walked in, “Oh, so you’re ready to sleep on the floor like a dog, huh?”

Rylee pouted, “I’m going to sleep soon.”

“Have a glass of milk before you sleep. It strengthens your bones and promotes growth.” Manfred handed over a glass of milk.

Rylee frowned, “I don’t even drink milk these days.”

Ever since the first day she came to the Carrolls’ Manor and was poisoned by the three Carroll sisters, she had stopped drinking milk.

Manfred thought for a moment as if he knew what Rylee was thinking. He tasted the milk that he brought over first, saying, “This milk is very fresh. It’s not the kind sold in the market. It’s fresh milk that was milked directly from the cow, and there’s nothing added to it. Have a try. It’s very good.”

Manfred was as passionate as a milk seller.

Rylee couldn’t resist Manfred’s gentle gaze. Her heart softened, and she took it over, taking a small sip. It was indeed tasty. It had been a long time since she had drunk milk. Rylee found it flavourful and gulped down all the milk.

She burped after drinking it.

Manfred chuckled and naturally pulled over tissue to wipe the corner of Rylee’s mouth.

Rylee was stunned by Manfred’s action.

Suddenly she thought of her mother again.

This was how her mother looked at her tenderly, feeding her milk and wiping the corners of her mouth with such affection.

…

But why she could always feel the scent of her mother from Manfred?

Rylee suddenly wanted to cry.

Manfred touched Rylee’s head and said gently, “If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me, and I will try my best to help you. Don’t bury it all in your heart. Learn to speak up. Alright, it’s time for you to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

Manfred was about to close the door when Rylee suddenly raised her eyes to look at him and said, “Manfred?”

“Huh?” Manfred leaned against the door and looked at Rylee.

“Why are you… so nice to me?”

Manfred was stunned and smiled, “We’re all family, aren’t we?”

After saying that, Manfred closed the door and walked away.

Rylee was dumbfounded.

‘A family?’

‘The reason Manfred was so kind to her was for her sister, right? Helping his sister to gain allies in her new family.’

She was so foolish to overthink in his gentle gaze.

Rylee climbed into bed and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.

She didn’t want to admit that she was so lonely and scared of not having any family.

Even if she hated Brook, she would have forgiven him again and again.

After all, that was her family.

Just as she was in a daze, her phone rang.

‘Damn, which bastard calling at this hour.’ She had forgotten to turn off the phone before going to sleep.

‘Needless to say, there was no one else who could have disturbed her without any sense of time, except for the damn Joseph!’

Rylee fetched her mobile phone with her eyes closed, picked it up, and yelled, “Damn you, you want me to kill you tomorrow, is it? What for calling me around this hour? I’m asleep, and you’re disturbing me for having a sweet dream with a handsome guy. You’re dead meat, you know? What do you want? Speak! If not, I’ll take care of you tomorrow!”

There was a moment of silence.

Rylee almost fell asleep again with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, a deep voice entered her ear, “Which handsome guy?”

Rylee’s eyes opened up!

It was not Joseph’s voice!

“Who, who are you?”

Instead of answering, the other side pursued her, “Which handsome guy did you dream of?”

It seemed to have a sour tone.

“Who are you? Did you get the wrong number? What does it have to do with you for who I’m dreaming of? Do you know it’s immoral to disturb someone’s sleep? Do you have any moral sense?”

‘People who make harassing phone calls in the middle of the night deserves to die!’

‘All of them deserves to die!’

Rylee closed her eyes again, ready to hang up the phone and go back to sleep, when she heard a few words come out, “It’s Timothy.”

Rylee froze for a moment, then once again widened her eyes and sat up with a huff, stammering, “Who did you say you were?”

“Timothy.”