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

he saw her limping out. He couldn’t help saying, “I told you not

Steele’s lap clapped her hands,

child. Olive Steele smiled at her and sat

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

days.” Olive Steel comforted him. Chloe Malan was the one suffering from

mother stewed it for you.” Alan Hoyle filled her bowl with pig trotter’s

try. Shall

Malan was injured, Mrs. Steele made the same soup for

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

Hoyle was watching her. She had to continue and at least ate half of the served rice

done eating half of her meal, she rubbed

Alan Hoyle was giving her a weight gaining diet. She was at least

couldn’t get fat. It would look ugly.

Not that she was afraid of him abandoning her, but she was afraid that he would lose his

wrong with

to the bedroom. Annie went to sleep

she couldn’t sleep at all. Alan Hoyle was back at work. He worked overtime at the desk under the desk light. He looked beautiful, but

Hoyle sighed and turned around, “If you keep looking at me,

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

you’re looking for me. I can feel it.”

can’t concentrate. You can’t blame me for that. If I don’t

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

once you couldn’t stay up late. It’s twelve o’clock now.” she

be done in half

gave him her back. She had to do

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

“Bulshit.”

sleep. I’ll