Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 583

She guessed that the slut must have dragged Mr. Wheeler to somewhere outdoor.

Rylee was anxious.

"Mr. Wheeler, let me save you!" she screamed inside.

Rylee rolled up her sleeves and kept searching for Timothy in all the rooms.

She didn’t find him in the cloakroom, storage room, or the balcony.

Swoosh!

Rylee pushed the door of the bathroom open forcibly.

The smoke and heat overwhelmed her. She couldn’t open her eyes in the heat.

She wondered if the hot pipe had been broken and the heat was leaked.

Rylee waved her hands in front of her, and finally, she could see something.

She gaped.

She widened her watery eyes in shock.

No way!

Mr. Wheeler was showering.

The water was turned off. His wet hair attached to his handsome face, making him look enchanting.

Water dropped on his healthy skin. He looked so hot.

That wasn’t the critical point.

The most important was that Rylee had seen his joy stick on Mr. Wheeler’s lower abdomen.

It was magnificent.

It was... tremendous!

With a glimpse, Rylee had thought about all the nasty words, such as rough sex, hurt, sadism and persistence...

“Ah--” Rylee didn’t cover her eyes until she had stared at him for at least ten seconds.

Timothy finally returned to his senses. Squinting, he muttered to himself, “Little thing? Is it you for real?”

He didn’t think she was supposed to be here.

Hadn’t she returned to Carrolls’ Manor?

Didn’t she insist on going to find Manfred?

How could... How could she suddenly show up in his bathroom in his villa?

Impossible!

Timothy wondered if he had been too drunk that he was having an illusion.

Was he really that drunk?

However, he had heard a familiar scream which sounded exactly like Rylee.

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, “Is it really you, Little Thing? Are you Rylee?”

Rylee was quite upset.

She wondered if he didn’t hope to see her. Who did he wish to see?

Rylee pulled down his hand in anger, looked up, and snapped, “Why can’t it be me? Who are you expecting? You’ve gone too far!”

Timothy frowned upon hearing her roar.

“It’s really you!”

“Yeah! It’s me! I’m the undefeated Rylee! Why? Do you not want to see me here because I've interrupted you?”

Timothy didn’t understand what Rylee meant. He slightly twitched his lips and smiled, “Haven’t you gone home?”

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“Are you asking me? It’s all because of you. I...” When Rylee was about to teach Timothy a lesson, she looked down and saw Timothy’s joystick again. She exclaimed, covered her face, and trotted out without thinking.

“Can you please put on clothes? Why do you like being naked so much?”

As a result, Rylee’s head hit on the bathroom door when she was in a panic.

There was a loud bang.

“Ouch! It hurts!”

Rylee covered her forehead, huddled up.

Timothy felt sorry for her when seeing it. Hurriedly, he walked over and held her in his arms, carrying her out of the bathroom.

“Silly girl, why didn’t you look when walking? It must hurt a lot.”

Rylee opened her eyes and roared, “It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault!”

Timothy coaxed her patiently. “It’s my bad. It’s all my fault. OK?”

He put Rylee on his bed and said, “Wait for a moment. I’ll get you an ointment for relieving pain and swelling.”

Rylee screamed again. She lay prone on the bed like a timid kitten.

“You-- Why haven’t you put on clothes yet? Hurry up and get dressed!”

Rylee kicked in anger.

She felt so ashamed. How could she see Mr. Wheeler’s private part so many times?

She was afraid that she would die of embarrassment.

However...

She wondered why Mr. Wheeler’s private part was much bigger than those models she had seen in the magazines.

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.

Seeing that Rylee was squirming in a silly but adorable way, Timothy laughed out. Bending over, he approached Rylee’s ear and whispered with a smile, “How lucky you are, Rylee! You’ve seen my long john.”

His words sounded so erotic.

“No, I haven’t. I didn’t see anything. I didn’t!”

Rylee lay on her stomach with blushed cheeks.