The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 45: You Are Mine

Olive bit her lip as she got into the tent. She heard him chuckle. She glared at him. Smiling, when you smile enough, you should be careful not to laugh off your chin. Olive thought these in her mind.

There was not much room, and though they sat at opposite ends, they could easily touch each other by stretching their arms or legs.

Alan pulled out two large white plastic bags, “stop staring at me. Your eyes seem to be falling off. Let’s get something to eat. You should be hungry.”

Olive opened the plastic bag and peeked inside. Oh, there were snacks, cooked food, drinks, water, even wine and candles. The cups were also very complete.

I didn’t know if it was him who ordered it, or if it was the people who were reading his mind and trying to flatter him. Most likely, those people had assumed that either the boss was trying to sleep with her or she was trying to seduce the boss.

The human heart was indeed the most evil.

Olive ignored everything. She was already hungry. Only when she have had enough to eat and drink could she have the strength to stare at him. She didn't want to ask him why he didn’t ask people to put up an extra tent. It was a waste of saliva anyway. She just said, “you deserve to be the boss. You get whatever you want.”

“I ask people to do things, I pay them, and I enjoy the fruits, what’s wrong with that?”

“So being a boss is awesome.”

a saying that

share the joy of success with you, and no one could understand you, then loneliness and solitude would always be with you.

She felt sorry for him, but she dared not show it, “Alan, it’s a lot easier said than done. At your command, someone will take care of everything for you. You’re not like us. We go around trying to make a living. We have to watch

you have a problem with me. You

Olive thought that he was the self-knowledge on her mind. On the face, she was

on the floor, raising one leg, placing one arm casually over the leg and watching

Olive looked wronged, but she was so guilty that she disguised it by drinking

old friend whom you

and she dabbed her lower lip with the back of her hand, “I’d like to. Maybe I could

really like that?”

people spat up to my neck. I don’t want to be spat on

you scared?”

their

if you are competent, you are not scared of what people say. You don't look like a woman who cares what

about her behind her back. Mouth was someone else’s, and you can't cover someone else’s mouth, so you don't need to mind that what

limited, but she wanted to protect them as possible as she can.

a text message on her mobile phone with an unknown number last night: stay away from

feet. She felt a pair of invisible eyes monitor her, or monitor every move

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