The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

When Alan Hoyle woke up in the morning, the woman in his arms had already woken up. He felt the cold bedside, it seemed that she didn’t wake him up.

He found her in the kitchen standing in front of the stove cooking a pot of porridge. She was talking to her mother and it stopped him from approaching.

“Does his mother still refuse to accept you?” asked Mrs. Steele.

“Mom, don’t worry about this. It will be fine.” Olive Steele comforted her.

Although it seemed impossible, she believed that the day would come.

“Really? His mother hates you. Her prejudice against you is severe. She is hospitalized now, but I don’t think this porridge you make will win her over.” Mrs. Steele said sadly.

Olive Steele smiled, “It doesn’t matter. I know a bowl of soup and porridge won’t touch her. Even though she has a heart made of stone, I cannot bear a grudge against her. Alan is so kind to me, I cannot hate his mother.”

“Alan is one hundred percent sincere to you.” Mrs. Steele was satisfied with Alan Hoyle, but there was nothing called perfection, “the only obstacle is his mother. Although he has the heart to stay in Luo City and refuse to go back to Jiangcheng, I’m worried that this way, it will only make his mother hates you more.”

“Alan says that it’s a fight against a person who fears death so that one struggle to live. She is familiar with loss, so she cherishes what she has.” Olive Steele felt that Alan Hoyle was the alpha fox here. He even thought this way of his own mother.

“Very well.” looking at her daughter’s confidence, Mrs. Steele felt it difficult to say another discouraging word. However, without knowing how, it slipped out of her mouth unconsciously, “actually, your father and I never thought that one day you would marry a rich man. Alan shocked us too much. He’s on a different level. I told your father to oppose you and him, but after hearing you said that you refused to marry another man for so many years, we thought that you were still thinking of him. If we opposed it, you would be sad. Besides, Annie needed her father and Alan’s persistence touched us. Now, you can happily get a marriage certificate and finally have someone to rely on, but about his mother, your father and I have mixed feelings about this…”

Her confession made Olive Steele felt guilty. She hugged her mother and said, “Mom, I’m sorry. Don’t worry about me. You can rest assured that this time, I will be happy and content. I promise you.”

“I just want you to be happy, Olive.” Mrs. Steele stroked her daughter’s back. She could only swallowed what she wanted to say next, “I’ll go fetch Annie.”

“Okay.”

around, she saw Alan Hoyle at the door. She

in the kitchen, he must have heard what they were talking about just now.

Steele was still busy preparing the breakfast. She was completely

you cooking? You haven’t been listening to me these past

sleeping for a long time. Besides, my wounds are bandages. It’s just a scratch. Don’t make a fuss about it. I’m not a weakling.” Olive

hopeless. He didn’t know what to say

After breakfast, Olive Steele insisted in going to work. He couldn’t do anything about her stubbornness. He sent her daughter to the kindergarten, her wife to office, and

at the door, he heard an argument between his mother and Aoba Hoyle.

“You’re hopeless, don’t you know that? What’s so good about Chloe? Why does it have to be her? She doesn’t even have a proper

bring it on yourself. Why do you always have prejudice against people? You make me feel that your son’s happiness is nothing but money.”

his younger

sickbed with a cold face, “You come just in time. Look at your brother. Now, Aoba is following your steps.”

genuinely love? What was wrong with it? It’s just that the woman he was pursuing was not up to her standard,

it was bad, then what’s good left in life?

hand on the table, “Olive made you porridge

it.” she was so angry with these unfilially

doctor opened the lid and an appetizing

carried you all the way to the hospital. Her feet were hurt, but she managed to snatch out of from death. I bet my daughter-in-law will not be able to do the same for me. Her

Hoyle found it hard to believe it.

Alan Hoyle put the porridge and the soup in front of her, “Try it. If you don’t like it, I’ll throw it away and make

then, his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “706.”

and entered the door. It was a middle aged woman. She looked gentle and dignified, “Mr. Hoyle.”