Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 666: Terrifying Thunder

"I seem to have heard one of them say that they are not closing the door. They are just clearing the venue. If an important person wants to go there for entertainment, they will clear the irrelevant people."

Timothy sank into the sofa, stretching his long legs comfortably.

Kenneth Keith leaned forward, drinking from a glass.

"Boss, tell me, why did you come out? Isn't that the young little girl working at your place?"

Kenneth asked Timothy, but Timothy was taking the drink sip to himself.

Timothy frowned slightly and said succinctly, "I'm a little discouraged. What's the matter with you? Don't you never work overtime? It's rare to see you in the company during normal work hours, so why do you go to my place on weekends?" "Hey, it's a sad and bitter story! Whenever I think about it, it's a story of blood and tears!"

Timothy smiled reluctantly, sat up straight, brought over the wine, and drank a cup of it in one gulp.

Timothy has always been known for being treacherous. Both the business competition and the negotiation or even banquets outside, he had always been the one who plays tricks.

Take drinking alcohol as an example, no one have ever seen him get drunk.

Of course, no one know how much he could drink before he get drunk.

He was even treacherous in alcohol. When everyone drank the wine all, he just took a shallow sip.

So, the way he drank a glass of wine just now scared Kenneth.

What happened to Mr. Wheeler? It seemed that this is the first time he couldn't remember things clearly!

Kenneth immediately thought that: When Mr. Wheeler was stimulated, will he consider him as a training opponent?

He couldn't help shivering a few times when he thought of the strength of being slammed onto the mat by Timothy, who was a martial art specialist.

"Boss, you don't have to rush, drink less, don't drink in such a hurry."

Kenneth tried to persuade Timothy smartly.

Timothy blocked him with his hand, continued to drink with his eyes looking down, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me what's happened you."

"Oh, speaking of me. I really want to replace a place to bury myself! Last night, I was too embarrassed. It was the first time I was so embarrassed after hanging around with different ladies for so many years." "Let's talk about the point!"

"Oh, point, the point. When I was doing that with a woman, another woman broke in. It doesn't matter. But I didn't expect that the bitch who came in later was so stupid. She didn't even shut the door for me. As a result, I had a runny nose because of the weather. That damn snot actually flew into the face of the woman beneath me! Ouch, shame on me! I have never been so ashamed! I was just thinking: if the snot flows into the mouth of another woman... I can really cut off my cock! Shut the damn door, and stay away from this for the rest of my life!"

Pff...

Timothy didn't hold back and smiled softly.

Kenneth breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, god, thanks to his rich humorous skills, he finally made the boss laugh.

Timothy drank a glass of wine. "Just keep your mouth shut."

"I am not bluffing! This is true! One hundred percent true!"

The two good brothers spent a lot of time drinking and chatting.

When Timothy returned to Seaside Villa, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

With a slight smell of alcohol, and the relaxed mood after being drunk.

"Mr. Wheeler, welcome back. Would you like some hangover soup?"

The old butler went after Timothy.

"No, I'm fine." Timothy waved his hand, threw his coat on the sofa in the living room, and walked upstairs.

Little Rylee was lying in the middle of an enormous bed.

Her body was twisted in a wired position, and a few shirts were still under her arms.

It seemed that she fell asleep here while tiding the closet for him.

What a confusing lady!

Timothy couldn't help but smile.

He walked over, pulled out all his expensive shirts gently, threw them on the sofa aside, then put Rylee's body upright and covered her with his quilt.

Rylee woke up immediately. She opened her eyes only to confront Timothy's handsome face looking down at her.

"Ah! You're back?" Rylee thought Timothy was going to kiss her!

Why did he put his face so close to hers that mislead her to think about something else?

"Hmm." Timothy straightened up and started undressing.

Rylee jumped down in fright and stammered, "Well, you have too many shirts, I haven't finished sorting them yet. Anyway, there is still one day to come. I'll pack them up again tomorrow. Please, have a good rest. I will leave you alone." Rylee tried to escape, but Timothy grabbed her by the wrist.

Rylee turned to look at Timothy in horror.

He was drunk, so his eyes became more and more hazy.

"...Sleep here."

Timothy managed to squeeze out a few words.

If he wasn't drunk, he wouldn't be able to speak out these words.

"Ah?" Rylee was startled, then she shook her head immediately, "No, no, no, I'll take the guest room!"

She tried to get her arm back, but she couldn't.

Rylee panicked, twitching her eyelashes, looking at Timothy in terror.

Oh, come on. Wouldn't Mr. Wheeler be trying to force her to do so after he was drunk?

Timothy sighed slightly, let go of Rylee, and turned around.

He was afraid that he would lose control and press her under his body using tough mean.

In that case, everything will be too late to undone.

What he wants was more than the body, but the heart.

Rylee swallowed her saliva and ran away.

Timothy sighed and went to the bathroom slowly.

He couldn't help but think of the hypothesis again:

If it was Manfred who ask her to stay, she wouldn't have escaped, would she?

Rylee ran out with a rapid heartbeat and got into the guest room next-door.

Standing next to the door, she stroked her chest and gasped.

What's wrong with her!

In Timothy's room just now, she had the idea of staying there and sleeping with him!

It's ridiculous!

How could she have that thought coming through her mind?

"Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it." Rylee murmured the spell and went to the bathroom.

When she was doing her jobs, she was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes; she even fell asleep without any further movement.

Now that she's cleaned and was lying in the guest room next to his door, she can't sleep.

She was tossing and turning.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

It's useless. She still can't sleep when she had counted to over 700.

One gets one, one two gets two...

She has recited the multiplication formula dozens of times, but she was still not sleepy.

She's going crazy!

Is this a sequela of aphrodisiacs?

Thinking of aphrodisiacs, her mind started to flash back what happened last night with Mr. Wheeler.

Damn, she couldn't recall even the slightest detail.

Boom!

There were a few thunderstorms outside, causing Rylee, whose thoughts was drifting wildly, to sit up.

Looking out the window, she could see the lightning flashes.

Ah! Is it raining and thundering?

Boom!

Two more thunders blew past, as if they hit the ground just outside her window, making Rylee scream in fright and run under the covers.

Shivering.

The thunder continued.

Rylee couldn't stand it anymore and ran out barefoot.

She found the door of Timothy's room skillfully, and slipped in.

So scary, so scary!

Rylee didn't stop and ran quickly to the master bedroom. Regardless of whether Timothy was sleeping or not, she lifted a corner of the quilt and she slipped in like a loach. Timothy who was still sleeping frowned.

Just as he was about to ask questions, a cold little hand touched his lower abdomen.

Then, Rylee's lithe little body followed over, clinging tightly to his side. Her wet little nose also went closer to Timothy's arm.

Timothy's body became tensed.

He wanted to reach out and hug her, but he didn't do that. He firstasked calmly, "What's wrong with you?"

Rylee's head was hidden under the quilt, and she said in a murmuring voice, "It's terrible. The thunder is terrible! I'm afraid of being struck by lightning."

Timothy froze, not knowing what to do.

"It will be fine. There are lightning rods around this villa, and everything will be fine."

Rylee leaned closer to him, "Don't drive me away! Just let me stay here for a while! I'll leave when the thunder was gone."

Timothy took a deep breath and felt a special heat in his lower abdomen!

Heat starts to accumulate all over the body.

Damn it! This little girl, did she know what she was doing by leaning so close to him?

Having tasted her sweet body like that last night, he was addicted to it like a taking Cocaine.

Her body fragrance, her breath, and even her humming made him addicted!

She was like a big magnet, attracting him deeply.

The thunder outside was really loud. There had never been such strong thunder and lightning this year.

No wonder this girl was afraid.

The loud thunder and lightning seemed as if they fell outside the window which is even more scary. Timothy couldn't help but wrapped his arms and hugged Rylee tightly.

Rylee subconsciously leaned into his arms again.

So warm!

Mr. Wheeler seemed to be very energetic. His body was like a charcoal, radiating heat to the outside.

Rylee's feet were a little cold, so she quietly moved hers to Timothy's leg, taking advantage of the warmth from Timothy. Hmmm...

Suddenly, she heard a muffled grunt in Timothy's chest.

Oh? What happened to Mr. Wheeler? Why was he growling?

Did she touch something?

Rylee leaned to Timothy's body, trying to get her little head out of the quilt to check out Timothy.

In the dim room, she could actually see Timothy's deep, bright eyes staring at her!

"Have you drunk tonight?"

Rylee was startled. She couldn't help but ask.

Her little nose sniffed around, and there was a burst of alcohol.

However, it was the gentle fragrant red wine. It seemed that Mr. Wheeler had drunk a lot of high-quality red wine at night.

The red wine mixed with his inherent body fragrance, turned into a seducing fragrance.

"Well, I did drink some wine."

Timothy answered hoarsely.

"There's thunder outside. You could also hear it. It's loud and scary. I'm really scared. I'll stay with you for a while, and I'll leave when there's no thunder, okay?"

"Good."

He answered her briefly. The eyes which were still staring at her suddenly became misty and intoxicated. Rylee was about to speak, only to found that his handsome face was pressed down little by little.

His body leaned slightly. One arm was pillowed by Rylee, and the other arm wrapped around her waist. Pinpointed her pink lips, her handsome face and cute lips pressed them down gently.

Well!00000000000☐☐☐☐☐