The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

He then went downstairs. Olive had already unfastened her apron and put it to its original place. "Mr. Hoyle, if there is nothing else, I'll go back to work first."

"Your workplace is not just in the office. Besides, assistant Steele invite me to dinner, but you intent to leave first. Is there a lack of sincerity?”

Olive went to pick up a pair of bowls and chopsticks and said in her heart that I would not have promised you any meal if I was afraid Annie would disclose the secret.

But she could never tell him like this words. When the rice was served, she buried herself in eating the rice. She dared not look into his eyes. She was afraid she could not control herself to ask if he remembered her.

Alan frowned and picked up a celery, "Assistant Steele..."

Olive looked up slightly, looking at his expression. He was still the same as five years ago, with the tangled appearance, smelling the celery. Her depressing mood suddenly improved.

She did it on purpose.

She didn't know why she did it. She just wanted to play tricks on him or to hide her knowledge of his preferences.

"The taste of dishes dose not suit you?" Olive asked innocently.

to tell you that I don’t like celery and coriander, and broccoli." Alan

he didn't like to eat these things. Although she would teach him that the good children were not to be picky about food and so on, she would never let them appear on the table. But the woman in front of him, with

of this dish. He had

about food like you. You're the first one. What's wrong with celery? It's not poison. It makes you show an expression to go to the battlefield. If I speak out this, I

Alan didn't take it seriously. "You don't have

Olive shrugged her shoulders. "At present, I haven't found it yet."

silence. It seemed that they could not find a topic to talk about.

free in front of him, but now

uncomfortable and nervous. The food was

I'll wash the dishes later." She put down the bowl and chopsticks in a hurry. Regardless of his eyes, she got up

room was on. She sat down on the sofa, took the remote control and changed it. She didn't find

him, and she

over, she stood up in a

"No, I've already washed it." Alan is a light way.

Sure enough, she saw the residual moisture

Facing with his compelling momentum, Olive always had an impulse

that this man was quite different from what she remembered. He became unfathomable, and he no longer showed his joys and sorrows on his face,

on in his mind. It was dangerous for her to guess. She was afraid that she would fall in love with