The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Alan, standing on the balcony, heard himself gulping. Her flawless figure, he saw it all. The word that came out of her phone seemed to pierce his ear, and made his heart fry in the pan. His heart ached.

He waited a long time in her room. She had the audacity to leave him alone at the party and walk away from him in public. He hated texting. He thought it's a waste of time and it would be easier to call. However, he was afraid of losing his temper when he called, so he tried to use a gentle way to ask her where she was by texting message.

But she was cold enough. She chose to ignore him. When his patience was exhausted, she had turned off her cell phone when he called her.

She did it on purpose. This woman, she was born to annoy him.

Over the years, he has learned to control his emotions in front of others, but she could easily make him lose his mind.

Olive came out of the bathroom, and she's drying her wet hair with a dry towel. When she looked up, she's horrified to find Alan sitting on her bed, and looking at her phone.

His expression looked gloomy, and his eyes looked fierce. He looked like he was going to eat her.

She would be going to have a heart attack someday. Every time he appeared in front of her, he was as stealthy and silent as a ghost.

are you here?" Knowing that he had the means to open her room, but in order to cover up the fact that she intentionally left him

Alan looked at her

was impulsive. In order to struggle with him, she didn't want him to be

a mean man.

in his dressing gown, his sash hanging loosely around his body, revealing his robust chest, and he was full of the air of preying.

was an extra wine glass on the table.

alarmed. How long has he been in this room? She didn't know it at all. Had he seen her naked just now?

senses and her intoxication was gone. Her face grew redder and redder. If she had known he would be waiting

did not know that whether it was because she was nervous or because she was drunk, Olive heard her own voice falter, "Alan, it's getting late.

closer and closer to her. Olive backed up until she's against the wall and couldn’t retreat. She folded her

His slender fingers wound round her wet hair. He didn't put much force on his fingers, but he made her feel

to me?" Olive could smell the liquor on his breath, and the smell came

even if she was just his ordinary assistant, it was not polite for her to leave him like

she asked while knowing the answer.

"I'm sorry, but next time I'll ask you to your face before I leave.” She quickly bowed her head and confessed. The present situation