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 bedside. It was nearly ten o’clock.

her limping out. He

Mr. Steele’s lap clapped her

at her and sat down after Alan Hoyle pulled a

asked with concern, “Is it serious? Why are you so careless?”

Steel comforted him. Chloe Malan was

for you.” Alan Hoyle filled her bowl with pig trotter’s soup.

“Let’s try. Shall we?”

Mrs. Steele made the same

personally was not a big fans of clear soup. She

her. She had to continue and

done eating half of her meal, she rubbed her

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

suckers for beauty. She couldn’t get fat. It would look

of him abandoning her, but she was afraid that he would lose his face. People were constantly looking at him, she couldn’t afford becoming an ugly

There was nothing wrong with

with her parents for a while and went back to the bedroom. Annie went to sleep with her grandparents tonight. The little girl didn’t compete with Alan Hoyle

to bed, she couldn’t sleep at all. Alan Hoyle was back at work. He worked overtime at the

around, “If you keep looking at me, I

“Do you have eyes behind your head?” she asked. She didn’t

you’re looking for

it. You’re the one who can’t concentrate. You can’t blame me for that. If I don’t look, how long do you need to finish your work?”

hug you to sleep?” Alan Hoyle laughed.

“No. It’s just that you told me once you couldn’t stay up late. It’s twelve o’clock now.” she reminded him of the time.

“I’ll be done in half an hour.”

bother you.” she turned around and gave him her back. She had

put down 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.

“Bulshit.”

“Let’s sleep. I’ll