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.

the clock on the bedside. It

out. He

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

a child. Olive Steele smiled at her and sat down after Alan Hoyle pulled a chair for

Mr. Steele asked with concern, “Is it serious? Why are you so

comforted him. Chloe Malan was the one suffering from a great deal of injury, hers was

eat more. Your mother stewed it for you.” Alan Hoyle

try. Shall we?”

Steele

was not a big fans of clear soup. She liked it braised in soy sauce. Her likings were different.

felt like she couldn’t go on eating. But, Alan Hoyle was watching her. She had to continue and at least ate half of the served

After she done eating half of her meal, she rubbed her belly.

gaining diet. She was at least 90 pounds already. If she kept eating, she would be fat.

couldn’t get fat. It would look ugly.

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

was nothing wrong with being people’s pleaser.

bedroom. Annie went to sleep with

work. He worked overtime at the desk under the desk light. He looked beautiful, but realistically, he was putting more effort on

looking at me, I can’t concentrate

head?” she asked. She didn’t know how he knew that she

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

“Okay, cut it. You’re the one who can’t concentrate. You can’t blame me for that. If I don’t look, how long

“Soon. Why? Do you want me to hug you to sleep?” Alan Hoyle laughed.

stay up late. It’s twelve o’clock now.” she reminded him of the time.

“I’ll be done in half an

her back. She had to do some works herself. She just hoped

his documents, and stood up. He went to bed, slide the quilt and lied down. He hugged her tight and nested his head on her shoulder. The scent of her body filled up his nose, “You have disturbed me. What should I do?”

“Bulshit.”

“Let’s sleep. I’ll