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.

you that I don’t like celery and coriander, and broccoli." Alan threw the celery on the table.

be picky about food and so on, she would never let them appear on the table. But the woman in front

the taste of this dish. He had

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

don't have anything you don't like

shoulders. "At present,

two people fell into silence. It seemed that they could not find

needles, which made her depressed. She used to be free in front of him,

nervous. The food was put into her

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

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

him, and she was afraid she couldn't control

in a

I've already washed it." Alan is a light

the residual moisture on

Facing with his compelling momentum,

for her to know that this man was quite different from what she remembered. He became unfathomable, and he no longer showed

It was dangerous for her to guess. She was afraid that she would fall in love with him again before