Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 663: Six Hundred Hours

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Doctor Chan, who treated you last night, to come over and confront you. He tried to use antidote against the drug. But the aphrodisiac in your body is the latest version, and there's nothing he can do about it. Later, the aphrodisiac in

your body took effect. And you were so extremely uncomfortable that you beg me to do..."

"Alright, alright, alright, don't say anything about it anymore!"

Rylee's face flushed again.

"I have to. Last night, if it wasn't for your situation, I wouldn't even touch you. I swear to you with my life that I didn't even think about having sex with you when you didn't want to. I really didn't have much choice last night."

Rylee bit her lip, lowered her head, and twisted her fingers.

She felt shy... irritable... and angry... at the same time.

"So..." Rylee pouted and murmured, "You and me... the two of us... we really did that thing?"

Timothy suddenly came up with a tease, flirting with her, "By that thing, do you mean sex?"

Sure enough, Rylee's face was even more flushed. She even put her head lower.

"Eh."

There was a smile in Timothy's expression. "Of course. This aphrodisiac was so powerful that you didn't get satisfied after once or twice. I had been helping you until four a.m. in the morning last night. That's you were done with sex and stopped asking for anymore." Rylee really wanted to escape from the Earth.

So damn awkward!

After all, it turned out that it was her who harassed Timothy and kept asking for more!

She now heard that, Timothy said that it was her who keep on asking and asking and asking for more last night. And she even asked him to do that until four o'clock!

Oh, damn, she could really go to hell, that's so awkward!

Because of the embarrassment, Rylee took the milk she hadn't drank just now and sipped it to ease her shame.

Timothy wouldn't let Rylee get out of this easily, and continued, "Seriously, we are having sex just to save your life last night."

Rylee was almost chocked by a mouthful of milk.

Why did this rude man keep saying the word "having sex"!

He was addicted to say this sensitive word!

Timothy loved to see Rylee's shy and helpless expression. That's so cute.

Timothy tapped gently on the table with his slender fingers, and said slowly, "Saving a life means much more than worshipping. I saved your life last night, and I demand your gratitude."

Rylee looked up at the handsome man in front of her in shock.

She could tell a sense of cunning in his eyes.

"I spent six hours in total working hard to save your life last night. By the way, it was six hours of waist movement with high intensity, high frequency and high quality. You owe me more than the original six hours. I won't blackmail you since we are acquaintances from any perspective. I will offer you're a fair price. Then... why don't you repay me with your body."

Puff!

Rylee poured out a mouthful of milk.

With her eyes popped wide open, she looked at Timothy in surprise, and murmured, "My body? Use it as compensation?"

Timothy changed into a comfortable posture and nodded slightly, "Of course. That's why it's a fair price. Be my woman, or having sex with me, you are paying me back in an easy way under any circumstances."

Rylee's lips trembled.

Why!

How could he said that she needs to pay him back, after he had such a wild and tough sex, which still made her so painful all over her body, with her?

This is completely nonsense of nowhere!

"No! I don't agree!!"

Rylee groaned and stood up.

Timothy was still calm, with a confident look, "Oh, my little girl, I had saved your life."

Rylee's expression froze immediately.

"Girl, how can you be so mean to your life saver? If it wasn't for me helping you out last night, you would have gone to hell now. BTW, in a very ugly corpse. If it wasn't for me letting you try the happiness of sex, giving up my precious essences, serving you with all my heart and strength for six hours; how can you still stand here and tell me your attitude of agree or disagree with me? As a human being, you have to be kind and gratitude! Do you think I was enjoying the six hours last night? You are wrong! On the contrary, you are enjoying it! Do you want me to tell you how many orgasms did you have last night? Do you want me to imitate what you had said last night when you were in the highest orgasm?"

The more Rylee listened, the more her lips trembled.

Her anger just now disappeared little by little. She could only sat back on the sofa in a decadent manner, covering her face with her little hands.

Timothy still said in an indifferent tone, "The six hours I spent in saving your life were even more precious than the sixty hours of you! Letting you pay me back by having sex with me was obviously a bargain for you. Otherwise, repay me with six hundred hours of top-class

sex!"

Six hundred hours?

Six hundred hours of sex?

Holy god above, how many times would they spend together!

It's better to convert the sex into cash and simply put them to her debt. There's nothing to lose for her. She has already owed him so much money. Owing more would make no difference.

Thinking of this, Rylee suggested, "OK, fine, just name your price, how much is your life saving help last night? I'll just pay the bill."

Timothy frowned and snorted, "Do you think you can simply buy the precious six hours of me and the joy of having sex with me?"

As soon as Rylee heard Timothy's angry tone, she was so frightened that she retracted a little, shrank her neck, and said with a bitter expression, "There should be a time limit of being your woman and repaying you with mu body, right?"

She can't be his sex machine for her whole life, can she?

Then what about her marriage? Her freedom? Her colorful life?

Timothy had already been a little disappointed.

She was so bothered by the fact that the two of them had sex.

She didn't enjoy that at all.

Even if she felt irritable, she could at least show a little bit of enjoyment.

But in her heart, she hated the enjoyablt time they spent together so much!

Timothy stood up, exuding a chilling air all over his body, "OK, fine. Use a notebook to put it down. We are clear when I enjoy the six hundred hours of top-class sex."

With that, Timothy walked out.

Ah? He really wanted to have the six hundred hours sex!

Would she be too old to pay him off one day?

"Hey! Can you reconsider the time and put out a more realistic number?"

Rylee shouted unwillingly at Timothy's back.

Timothy's background froze. His hand holding the doorknob clenched slightly, and after a few seconds he said quietly, "Or someday when I am sick of you, I will let you go."

Rylee pursed her lips and froze for a while.

Get sick of her?

"What he means is that I can only be free after he gets tired of sleeping with me?"

Then, Rylee realized one more thing, "Huh? So, he is addicted to me now?"

Oh, come on.

The dignified boss of EP Noir Society must had seen tons of women before. It is estimated that the number of women around him was bigger than the number of stars. The honorable Mr. would not run out of sleeping chicks. Why would he be addicted to her?

Moreover, he still got his fiancée Felicia. How beautiful Felicia was! She was gentle, virtuous, understanding, and generous.

She couldn't figure out why Timothy wants her to repay him by having sex.

She had thought about this problem so long that her brain was about to explode. In the end, Rylee eventually come out with a theory: Timothy did this because he was too tired, too exhausted, too annoying, and too reluctant to have sex with her last night, so he was doing an eye for an eye at the moment.

In order to save a maid, he sacrificed his body to her. And it is estimated that no one will be happy when doing this.

Rylee held her cheeks and sighed, "So this is to punish me even more!"

Rylee was thinking about to go downstairs and replace something to eat. She was so hungry that her belly was making noise. Suddenly, she thought of a very important question.

OMG! With such a huge cock... and he wanted her to repay him with 600 hours... Could she survive this?

Oh, dear god, let alone 600 hours, it is estimated that she will be killed within dozens of hours.

Timothy looked at the tablet while eating. When he looked up, he saw Rylee with a mourning expression, pouted, and walked down tremblingly.

Timothy went on to watch the news and asked lightly, "Wanna eat?"

"Yah."

Rylee agreed immediately. Before she sat across from Timothy, the servant had already brought hot and delicious meals.

The sunlight was shining brightly outside, and even shone into this large restaurant with excellent lighting. Everything is so quiet and warm.

Rylee picked up a piece of bacon and was about to eat it. But then, as if she remembered something, she murmured, "Then, well... is there any other way to repay your life-saving grace?"

Pap!

Timothy slammed down the computer coldly, with an unspoken rage.

Rylee shrank down in fright, blinked her eyes innocently a few times, and hurriedly lowered her head to eat.

Damn, she feels bad for that computer!

Such a delicate stuff, but he was slapping it like a poker without any hesitation. She was even wondering whether the laptop was okay.

Timothy frowned slightly, looking at Rylee, "Did... Am I so annoying in your heart?"

"Oh?"

Rylee stuffed her mouth and looked up at him in astonishment.

It seems...probably...there's a sadness of injury floating in Mr. Wheeler eyes.

Oh, come on?

Could she even hurt Mr. Wheeler?

What a joke!

Timothy was lost in thinking for a while. "Would you be happier if the person who saved you like this last night was Manfred?"

"What?"

When Rylee heard the name Manfred, she gasped in shock and was nearly choked by the food in her mouth.

Timothy sighed, stood up, and left the dining room to the study coldly.

Rylee kept staring at Timothy's figure until it disappear, and then she patted her chest hard, smoothed the food down. She murmured to herself in a low voice, "No. I would not be happy if it was Manfred...I'm just afraid of being tortured to death by you... Well, why couldn't he listen to what I have to say." Rylee was about to continue eating, only to realize that the food on the table was so sumptuous. There're just two people eating, they didn't necessarily need to order a dozen dishes...

"Why do you get so much food for us. It would be a bit of a waste since we can't finish them all."

Rylee said to the servant who continued to serve the dishes.

"Oh, these are the dishes that Mr. Wheeler has ordered. All of them are beneficial to female's health. Ha, ha..."

The maid's laugh made Rylee's goosebumps burst out.

Beneficial? To female health?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! She's going crazy!

Did the servants know what happened last night?☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐