Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 629

It was nothing to call Timothy, as opposed to calling Manfred, she required at least twenty minutes to calm down before calling. She didn't hesitate to call Timothy and could express herself freely because they were merely employers and employees, not lovers. She had no desire to appear cute, pretty, or feminine in front of him.

Timothy disconnected her call after a few rings. "You ignored my call? Or are you preoccupied? What is he up to?" Rylee assumed with a grumpy tone.

Unable to answer the phone? Why? Or was he having sex with some random chicks?

Rylee's pulse quickened as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat.

She felt uneasy and was convinced Timothy was having sex with the woman last night.

Oh, no! It was revolting to consider Timothy having sex with someone else.

Timothy was doing a round of inspections at the resort when Rylee called, and he was angrily lecturing the manager while he kept nodding. He skipped a heartbeat when he realized she had called, and his grumpiness vanished in an instant.

"Wait for me fifty meters away," he said as he walked toward the golf course after rejecting the call and motioning the sobbing manager to leave.

"Huh? Yes!" Armand raised her brows as he caught sight of Timothy's phone and realized what was going on. He then motioned for the rest of the group to leave, leaving Timothy alone in the middle of the green field, standing alone like a work of art. He raised his phone, took a deep breath, and then returned the call.

'What is it that she desires now? She is a very emotional person.'

Timothy's face lit up as he thought about Rylee's series of expressions; his smile was the rarest thing in the world.

Timothy called back while Rylee was thinking about nonsense. She responded with a yell, "Why did you just reject my call? What exactly are you doing?" Not realizing her tone of voice was as if she was speaking to her husband.

"Oh, I was with my staff just now and unable to answer a call, what's up?" Timothy's mood was like the waving lake in front of his eyes.

"Staff? That's a nice way of putting it; it must be someone else." She muttered.

"Huh? Is there anyone else? Who, for example?"

"A lady!" Rylee became enraged.

After a brief pause, Timothy burst out laughing. His smile had the best rhythm to it, clear, sexy, and hypnotic.

Despite being captivated by his baritone voice, Rylee reprimanded, "What's the deal with your smile? Don't hide your nerves behind your voice; I got it right, didn't I?"

"Where on earth do I find time for women while working? You're getting everything wrong. I'm doing rounds of inspection at the resort; some constructions aren't going as planned, and I was lecturing the person in charge when you called. I can take a picture to let you know where I am right now; do you want a picture?" Timothy rarely told anyone, let alone a woman, everything.

He rarely spoke unless absolutely necessary, but now he made a long paragraph of explanation and put Rylee at ease; her racing heart also calmed as a result.

"Why would I require a photograph? It will cost me data to download the image! I'm not concerned with your whereabouts," she stated with a smile, completely different from the jealousy just now.

While listening to her, Timothy kicked a small stone into the lake, and the stone skipped about seven times before sinking deep into the lake.

"What makes you call, Rylee?" Timothy inquired, sounding charming.

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Rylee liked his tone of voice now, so she sat down on the grass and said, "Nothing much, I'm just curious about what you're doing."

"Oh, you're checking on me?" Timothy cracked a grin.

"Haha, have you made up your mind about what I told you before?"

Timothy sighed at her question; he knew she'd only call if she needed something.

"Wait, what was that?"

"Concerning the interview! My classmates had everything planned except for me, and the tutor lectured me today."

"Tell me who that tutor is, and I'll teach her a lesson!" Timothy would never, ever allow anyone to bully her.

"There's no need for that, being lectured by a tutor is normal; it's nothing to worry about. My point here is that I failed to schedule the interview, so please assist me by calling Kenneth."

"I can assist, but not for free," Timothy said, tilting his head.