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.

looked at the clock on the bedside. It was

the hot jar. He was in the kitchen when he saw her limping out. He couldn’t help saying, “I told you

clapped her hands, “Mom, you don’t listen well.”

sat down after Alan Hoyle pulled

with concern, “Is it serious? Why are you

two days.” Olive Steel comforted him. Chloe Malan was the one suffering from a great deal of

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

try. Shall we?”

injured, Mrs. Steele

soup.

But, Alan Hoyle was watching her. She had to continue and at least ate half of the served rice under his watch.

of her meal, she rubbed her

gaining diet. She was at least 90 pounds

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

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

nothing wrong with

bedroom. Annie went to sleep with her grandparents tonight. The little girl didn’t compete with Alan Hoyle for

bed, 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 realistically, he was putting more effort on his work.

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

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

that you’re looking for me. I can feel

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

to hug you to sleep?”

you couldn’t stay up late. It’s twelve o’clock now.” she reminded him of the time.

“I’ll be done in half

and gave him her back. She

and nested his head on her shoulder. The scent of her body filled up his nose, “You have disturbed me. What should

“Bulshit.”

I’ll accompany