The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

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.”

darkened slightly, “but there’s a saying

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

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 other people’s faces and be cautious. If we suffer, we can’t speak, and a broken tooth

miss the irony in her words, “it looks like you have a problem with me. You think

was the self-knowledge on her mind. On the face, she was smirking, “you’re my boss, I dared not think so.”

Alan sat idly on the floor, raising one leg, placing one arm casually over the leg and watching her

so guilty that she disguised it by drinking

me like an old friend whom you

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

“Do you really

to President Office, people spat up to my neck. I don’t want to be

“Are you scared?”

Hidden rules were always associated with women, especially those who got too close to their bosses. Even if they were pure in mind

what people say. You don't look like

concerned about how people talk 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 other people say. There were always some

but she wanted to protect

that she had received a text message on her mobile phone with

pair of invisible eyes monitor her, or monitor every move of Alan behind