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.

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

be picky about food and so on, she

But he was familiar with the taste of

first one. What's wrong with celery?

seriously. "You don't have anything you don't

her shoulders. "At present,

fell into silence. It seemed that they could not find a topic to talk about. They could only hear the sound of chewing.

on pins and needles, which made her depressed. She used to be free in front of him, but now she always had to be careful

her feel very uncomfortable and nervous. The food was put into her mouth and lost

and chopsticks in a hurry. Regardless of his eyes, she got up and walked out of

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

she was afraid she couldn't control

Alan came over, she stood up in a hurry. "I'll wash the

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

residual moisture on his hands.

Mr. Hoyle." Facing with his compelling momentum, Olive always had an impulse to run

long time for her to know 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, always

She couldn't figure out what he was thinking on in his mind. It was dangerous for her to guess. She was afraid that she would fall in love with him again before she could guess what was going on in