Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 569

Manfred held Rylee’s hand in one hand and put the other arm around her shoulder. He pushed her into the Land Rover. The interior of the car was warm and Rylee felt much better when she gradually warmed up.

“Where is my mountain bike?”

“It’s in the boot. How would I dare lose your precious bike? You’ll kill me if I did.” Manfred joked and was about to put on Rylee’s seatbelt for her but she had already done so.

She did not want him to put on the seatbelt for her as it was too intimate a gesture.

Manfred was momentarily stunned and then smiled wryly, “Girl, why are you so defensive? Perhaps you could let someone get closer to you.”

Rylee turned and looked at Manfred, “Don’t nag, start driving. I’m famished.”

“Yes madam. Immediately.” Manfred smiled and drove off.

"This girl must be hurting inside and yet she acts as if she wasn’t bothered. How adorable." Manfred thought to himself.

Rylee smiled when she heard Manfred addressing her as "madam". To think that the refined Manfred would joke about this. Men had many faces. She suddenly thought of Timothy who kept a impassive expression and did not like to joke.

“What would you like to eat?” Manfred asked Rylee.

“Whatever’s available at home.” Rylee answered.

“It’s past dinner time. I already called them and said that we’ll eat outside before going back. What do you want to eat?”

Rylee pondered and said, “Mini hot pot.”

“Oh? Are you considering my expenses? I thought you would want to eat some gourmet or western food.”

Rylee appeared to have recalled something and said, “Mini hot pot is fine. It’s tasty and can warm up the body.” She remembered that her mother used to tell her, hot pot would taste much better if it was shared with people. At that time when she was still young, she did not know that was how her mother tried to get her father over to dine as a family. However, she and her mother always ate hot pot together without anyone else.

Manfred suddenly grabbed Rylee’s hand which startled her. She looked puzzled at Manfred.

Manfred drove the car with his other hand and sighed, “Rylee, I wish that you can be happy like other girls of your age.”

The words "My heart aches for you" were at the tip of Manfred’s tongue but he never found the chance to say them.

Rylee hesitated for a while before sliding her hand from Manfred’s grasp.

Manfred brought Rylee to the city’s best hot pot restaurant. Diners would need to make reservations at least three days in advance unless they were VIP members.

The owner of the restaurant was very close to Manfred and went to the entrance personally to welcome them, “President Shawn, welcome! Please come in!!” The owner was overjoyed to see him.

Manfred and Rylee were led to a quiet window seat. Rylee then asked curiously, “Oh, you’re also a president?”

Manfred pursed his lips and answered, “Yes, unfortunately.”

“Good golly, why are there so many presidents around? Can’t take it.”

"Although Mr. Wheeler was a secret gang leader, but outwardly isn’t he also a president?" She thought.

President Wheeler, President Shawn.

Manfred chuckled, “I know, right? This title is meaningless now. Next time, take me as a manager.”

“Manager? Ha ha ha, manager of what?” Rylee giggled.

Manfred pretended to be upset and glared at Rylee, “What does that mean? Let me tell you, I’m not a manager for anyone. I’ll only be managed by you.”

Rylee was amused and chuckled.

Manfred served some vegetables to Rylee and said in a hoarse voice, “Rylee, your smile is very sweet.” Her smile was appealing.

Rylee was taken aback and then said playfully, “Really? Don’t you know that I’m the campus belle? Hey, don’t start falling for me, uncle.”

When Manfred heard Rylee addressing him as uncle, he chuckled, “Since you know that I’m considered your elder, then why do you still dare flirt with me?” Both Manfred and Rylee were triggered by the word "flirt" and they blushed as they looked into each other’s eyes.

Timothy was massaging his temples as he sat in the car. There were a lot of problems today at work and he even had to chair two meetings back-to-back. He was so tired that his head hurt.

“Boss, how long do you want to stay for the banquet afterward?” Armand asked.

“Half an hour,” Timothy answered nonchalantly.

“Boss, one of our shipments to North America was snatched. We investigated and found out that it was an internal job. One of our guys betrayed us.”

“Catch the traitor and skin him alive. Hang him in that area for two days. Make sure you get back the same amount that was taken, not a gram less!”

“Yes, Boss,” Armand replied solemnly.