Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 628: Button Me Up

"Come on and button me up," Manfred said as he put on the shirt and opened his arms.

Rylee averted her gaze, forcing herself not to look at his body directly. "No, I'm going out," she said shyly.

"I'm not letting you go..." Manfred said as he drew his arms back and locked them around her waist. His voice was as soft as a baby's. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Manfred locked his gaze on her, his lips almost touching her eyelids, and said, "I'll start kissing you until you agree to help me..."

"Huh?" Rylee's eyes widened in surprise as she heard that, and she looked up at Manfred, who pressed his lips against hers at that moment.

He kissed her lightly and licked her lips lightly before letting her go, "Are you going to help?" He asked, smiling.

Rylee almost passed out. "Yes, I will," she said quickly while nodding. Her face was as red as an apple while buttoning up Manfred.

…

"Rylee...” Manfred said, looking at the girl who was buttoning him up nervously.

"Yes?"

"Promise that you will do this for me your entire life, will you?" He said, staring at her hair, while she looked down, buttoning his shirt.

Rylee blushed as she bit her lips before responding with a casual smile.

"I'll take it as a yes," Manfred said softly as he kissed her on the cheek.

Rylee pushed him away immediately, "Your buttons are all done, I'm busy, bye," she stuttered before fleeing the scene, not even looking at Manfred.

Manfred smiled behind her as he opened the door and shouted, "I shall put on socks for you to return your service."

"It's all right!" She quickly shut and locked the door behind her, while Manfred raised his brows and smiled at her actions.

He felt someone looking at him as he smiled and met Brook and Deborah's gazes when he looked down, so he went back into his room right away.

Deborah threw the towel violently onto the table, "Did you notice it? Did you? I didn't make that up, did I? You just witnessed your daughter seducing my brother; this is ridiculous! She's only a kid and she's already pulling dirty tricks like this, what a brat!"

Brook's face darkened; he, too, was upset. "Stop whining; I'll see to it that your brother marries Caroline, okay? Stop repeating what you just said," he frowned as he spoke.

"What exactly do you mean by my brother? We are a family, and he will soon take over your company, so it is critical for him to marry a good woman like Caroline; Rylee is not a good match for him, and I despise her!"

"Okay, okay, I get it; I'll see to it that Manfred marries Caroline, okay?"

"No, that isn't enough; you need to teach Rylee a lesson, making sure she stays away from Manfred because he is someone else's fiancée, and tell her not to seduce her sister's boyfriend!"

"Fine, I'll do what you said; let's eat!" Brook was on the verge of collapsing; he had already reached his breaking point!

Deborah rolled her eyes at Rylee and went to the living room for her morning exercise routine when she saw her go to the dining room.

Daphne, on the other hand, gradually pushed the last remaining sweet potato towards Rylee, a move that stunned Rylee and caused her to stare at her in confusion.

Andrea arrived just as Daphne was about to say something, and Daphne immediately stopped what she was doing.

"Daphne, let's visit Caroline after class later, I guess she could be discharged now after the TPN," Andrea said as she reached for the potato and shoved it into her mouth.

"Sure." Daphne dared not look at Rylee any longer.

While Rylee was riding her bicycle, Joseph, who was also riding a bicycle, approached her and waved, "Hey girl, did you dream of me last night?"

"Yes, someone called you a moron in my dream!" Rylee said quietly.

"How could you call me a moron, I dreamed of you last night and made me awake as early as five am!" Joseph exclaimed, stunned that she was teasing him.

"Is that why you're riding your bike over here for me?"

"We are a couple in school that everyone envies; we need to put on some acts from time to time to satisfy our fans, don't we?" Joseph smiled proudly as he spoke.

Manfred drove past them at this point, slowed down, and rolled down the window, "Do you want to come over for lunch later, Rylee? I'll cook, and you can decide whether or not my cooking is to your liking," looking at Rylee, he said.

Joseph cast a cautious glance at Manfred, who was smiling, and Rylee blushed instantly, "Why would she want to eat lunch with you? Isn't it true that we always eat lunch at school, Rylee?"

Rylee gave Manfred a quick glance before looking down at her shoes, avoiding his passionate gaze. Joseph was enraged by her mannerisms of being sunk into a loving relationship.

"It's decided then, I'll come to pick you up after school," Manfred said as he drove away, enjoying the sight of her flushed face.

This resulted in Joseph's mouth wide open and his eyes rounded. "What has been decided? You cretin! Who gives you the authority to make decisions for Rylee, she won't go, pissed off!" He yelled at the car before realizing Rylee had already gone away.

He quickly caught up to her and yelled, "Rylee, please wait for me! Do you intend to meet him for lunch?"

Rylee cast a glance at Joseph, she still appeared in love, "Why? Why can't I go?"

"Of course, you should not go! I'm sure he has a reason for that disgusting smile; it makes me sick! No, you must not go!"

Rylee blinked as she looked up at the sky. "Joseph, since there aren't any cars around, will you race me to the intersection?" Instead of responding, she challenged Joseph and pedaled up once her lines were finished.

"Sure! I'll show you my lightning-fast speed!" With a bright smile on his face, Joseph sped up as well.

Rylee's hair was blowing in the breeze and looked stunning. "Joseph, you're as slow as a snail!" She said this as she returned her gaze to Joseph.

Joseph paused for a beat before pedaling up. The golden rays of the sun fell on two young people who were competing in a bicycle race outside of town; it was a lively and enjoyable occurrence.

Everyone was eager to discuss their interview progression during the group discussion.

"I've scheduled an interview with the well-known journalist. I was afraid to call, but he is too nice and agreed to my request without hesitation; I'm so lucky and thrilled!"

....

"My interviewee is a well-known surgeon; his schedule is full for the week, and we agreed on a date for next week evening; it's also quite smooth."

Only Rylee scribbled on the paper, irritably thinking, 'Kenneth Keith, you jerk, why didn't you agree to my interview? And Timothy, why didn't you assist me?'

She drew a small human figure on the paper, thinking it was Timothy, and poked it with her pen, saying, "Bastard! Not helping me! Take this for not helping!"

"Hello, Rylee Carroll!" The middle-aged teacher yelled at her, causing her to look up abruptly, "Yes? What made you call me?"

"I've called you five times already! What are you thinking? You've got a class!" Though the teacher was enraged, she did her best to keep her temper in check; to make a good impression and avoid wrinkles, she pressed her temples to cool down.

"I'm sorry; I was distracted."

"Please focus and stop scribbling on your cloth; you are not an artist! You're a journalism student; how is your interview going? Is there any progress?"

"Err… Considering that... My interviewee is a very busy person, it's not easy to schedule an interview with him, and can I maybe change the target?" Rylee stuttered, embarrassed in front of the class.

"No! You can't change the target set by the news agency! I can't decide for you and if you do, you will lose the four thousand dollars bonus, think carefully!"

"All right, then, I'll schedule an interview with that perverted Kenneth Keith."

Huh? Her words astounded the listeners. Rylee referred to Mr. Keith as what? A pervert? Oh my goodness!

Rylee tried to seek Timothy's help. "Though that pervert pretended to be a boss in front of others, he was nothing more than a minor character in Timothy's eyes. I'm sure he'll listen if Timothy tells him to accept the interview. So Timothy is my ultimate goal," Rylee sat under a tree, scrolling through her phone for Timothy's number, and dialed.