Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 610

Felicia pouted, “Just one more kiss is good.”

Timothy didn’t kiss Felicia but just reached out and stroked her hair, saying, “Sleep well. Good night.”

After saying that, he got up and left the room at Felicia’s disappointed look.

As soon as the door closed, Felicia hid under the covers and whimpered.

Timothy was not moved even though she was naked in front of him. She felt so incompetent.

After crying for a while, Felicia called her best friend in America.

She told her best friend what had happened tonight. Her friend thought for a moment and said, “Could he be frigid?”

“Huh? What?” Felicia widened her eyes and stopped crying.

“That means he’s not interested in sex, so he doesn’t respond to the sight of a naked woman. Or maybe he is sexually dysfunctional and can’t get it up properly.”

“Huh? No way. Timothy looks sturdy. Since he was a child, he has been practising martial arts, and it’s not a problem for him to fight dozens of special force soldiers by himself. He has so many muscles. How can such a strong man be…impotent?”

“That ability has nothing to do with physique. Some men, who look short and skinny, may have a huge dick that can go on all night. The last time I slept with a guy who was 5 feet 7, but his dick was bigger than a carrot. Damn, he nearly killed me with that! Shit!”

Felicia was dumbfounded, “Okay, okay. I’ll take a closer look then. Maybe you’re right.”

After hanging up the phone, Felicia couldn’t sleep.

Gosh, it might be possible!

Timothy might be sexually dysfunctional.

He hadn’t had any girlfriends when he was in America.

Later, when he started his career in the country, she heard from her father that she hadn’t had any women either.

How could he not have a woman at the age of twenty-six when he was so physically active?

Felicia covered her mouth and came to a realization. “Gosh! Timothy is so outstanding. He can’t be bad at it, can he? No wonder he always seems indifferent. He’s even sex-indifferent.”

Felicia suddenly pitied Timothy.

She decided that no matter what she did, she would save Timothy!

She must turn him into a normal man.

The next day morning at eight o’clock.

Timothy was sitting at the dining table. The maid had just brought his breakfast over when Felicia ran over with a portion of soup, shouting anxiously, “Wait! Eat this! Don’t eat that breakfast!”

Timothy put down his laptop and asked suspiciously, “Felicia? Why didn’t you sleep in?”

Felicia placed the soup in front of Timothy and rubbed her hands together, “I wasn’t sleepy, so I woke up early and made you soup. Hurry up and eat it while it’s hot.”

Armand went over and sniffed, “Wow, it’s good, Felicia. You’re really good at this. The soup smells good.”

He was about to take a spoonful and try it when Felicia slapped down Armand’s hand and shouted sharply, “You can’t drink it! It’s for Timothy! Timothy, eat it. No one else can have it.”

Armand rolled his eyes and scowled.

“What soup is this?” Timothy looked at the soup and glanced at Felicia.

Felicia panicked and stammered, “It’s just soup. There’s no harm in having more soup. Just eat it. It’s good for your lungs. Eat it.”

Timothy didn’t say anything more, carefully scooping up a spoonful and tasting it. He raised his brows and nodded, “Well, it does taste good.”

Felicia smiled brightly instantly, “I told you. The soup I made is both delicious and effective.”

“Effective? What’s that?”

Felicia was dumbfounded.

Blinking her eyes, she said in a panic, “Its effects are to nourish the lungs, prevent inflammation and so on.”

Timothy continued to drink and said faintly, “You don’t need to do this next time. Just have some more sleep in the morning and let the underlings do the work.”

He didn’t want his master’s precious daughter to be aggravated.

“I have to do it, and I’ll do it for you every day! Promise me, you have to drink it every day.”

Timothy frowned, feeling that something was not right.

Something wrong with her?

Or something wrong with the soup?

…

Rylee casually brushed her hair and went downstairs.

Although Andrea was fine, her face was swollen, probably from the aftermath of the punch to the back of her neck.

Her whole face was swollen.

Rylee almost burst out laughing.

Daphne glanced at Rylee and said, “Hey, here comes the kickass maid.”

Rylee frowned, pretended not to hear, sat down and ate.

She would go to school after finished eating anyway, so she didn’t bother with these pigs.