The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

When Olive Steele woke up, it was completely dark outside the window. The desk lamp was on giving off a dim and soft light. A man was working on his desk and there was a faint laughter in the living room.

The desk was small. It looked like it was fetched from a secondhand market nearby. The study in this villa, however, was huge. It was very comfortable to work, browse the internet, read books, or even sleep in the sofa here.

She felt guilty for making him shrink in that small corner.

All in all, Mrs. Hoyle was right about one thing. She was not helpful to his career.

Therefore, she tried so hard to manage things so as to not hold him back. He had a bar so high, almost beyond her reach and she made it her drive.

He said he wanted to live a good life with her. So, she tried so hard to make herself an excellent woman instead of becoming a burden.

Mrs. Hoyle didn’t know that she could give him happiness and tranquility other couldn’t. She wanted nothing from him. His wealth and property were no tempting for her. His happiness was all she cared about.

The slight noise on the bed alerted him to put the documents down and come over, “You’re awake?”

“Did I sleep for a long time?” she asked with a hoarse and sleepy voice.

Her sleepy eyes made him soft, “Only a few hours. Hungry?”

Olive Steele rubbed her stomach, “A little.”

“Wait here. I’ll go get some foods for you. Don’t go out of bed.”

He treated her like a patient, but the stubborn Olive Steele wouldn’t listen. Soon after he went out, she got up got out of the bed. She writhed in pain when her feet landed on the floor.

Her feet were injured. She didn’t know whether it was a bad or light injury. She didn’t even know how she managed to endure such a long distance at that time.

She was glad that she pushed herself, it was a wise decision for her. The doctor’s words worried her. She was unwilling to let her man sad because of his mother. Therefore, although Mrs. Hoyle hated her, she still tried her best to save her.

Perhaps, this way, Mrs. Hoyle would love her too.

at the clock on the bedside. It was nearly

the hot jar. He was in the kitchen when he saw her limping out. He

sitting on Mr. Steele’s lap clapped her hands, “Mom, you don’t

What a child. Olive Steele smiled at her and sat down after Alan

“Is it

Olive Steel comforted him. Chloe Malan was the one suffering from a great

you.” Alan Hoyle filled

Shall

Malan was injured, Mrs. Steele

was not a big fans of clear soup. She

eating. But, Alan Hoyle was watching her.

half of her meal, she rubbed her

was giving her a weight gaining diet. She was at least 90 pounds already. If

She couldn’t get fat. It would look

was afraid that he would lose his face. People were constantly looking at him, she couldn’t afford becoming

nothing wrong with

with her parents for a while and went back to the bedroom. Annie went to

back at work. He worked overtime at the desk under the

“If you keep looking at me, I can’t concentrate on my work.”

have eyes behind your head?” she asked. She didn’t know how he knew that she

“I just know that you’re looking for me. I can

blame me for that. If I don’t look, how long do you need to

Why? Do you want me to hug you to sleep?”

just that you told me once you couldn’t stay up late. It’s twelve o’clock

done in half

bother you.” she turned around and gave him her back. She had to do some works herself. She just hoped that he didn’t overworked himself.

her tight and nested his head on her

“Bulshit.”

“Let’s sleep. I’ll accompany you.”