The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

At Mrs. Hoyle’s age, even though she slept late, her biological clock would still wake her up on time. She couldn’t sleep in and decided to get up.

She reached out and touched the other side of the bed. It’s cold. When she opened her eyes, Annie wasn’t there.

In the cracks of slightly opened window, she could hear faintly a laughter from the garden. She pulled up the curtains and noticed the east part of the sky was bright. The summer sun had rose. The little girl was playing boxing with her father. She was throwing one punch after another.

Like father like daughter. Even since she fell in love with her granddaughter she once disliked, she noticed that she grew more and more like her father when he was young. She was lively and daring.

She watched them playing happily. She had been standing by the window for half an hour without realizing it. It was not until the duo of father and daughter ran back inside covered with sweat did the old lady changed her clothes and went downstairs.

At this time, Olive Steele prepared a delicious breakfast. She cooked a pot of healthy porridge which was suitable for the stomach of elderly. She also fried ham and eggs, baked bread and toast, and made several appetizers. She tried to cover everyone’s liking.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hoyle.” Olive Steele saw the old lady and smiled. This was a new day and it had to be started with a new gesture. She always believed that smiling was the best weapon to resolve grievances and embarrassment.

Mrs. Hoyle stared at her flatly, but she was surprised, “Did you do it all?”

She nodded, “Have a taste.”

Annie took a shower, took Alan Hoyle’s hand, and came over, “The food cooked by mom is always delicious. Grandma, you have to taste it.”

The food indeed looked good. At first glance, it was appetizing, but Mrs. Hoyle was still sarcastic, “She is your mother. Of course, you will speak highly of her.”

“Uncle Cui Yongyuan said that people should tell the truth. I’m just telling you the truth.”

she patted her chest and said, “Since I cannot convince Grandma, you can tell by yourself after you have a taste.”

Ada Hoyle got up the latest. She came downstairs with pajamas and slippers, “Annie, don’t sweat it. Even if it’s delicious, your grandma will say that it isn’t.”

her, “How dare you talk about me like that!”

this family couldn’t last a day without

not talking to you.”

“You’re looking for a fight, aren’t you?” Mrs. Hoyle

sharp-eyes, “A true gentleman uses his tongue, not

Mrs. Hoyle was ready for

Steele watched the mother and daughter quarrelling. It was actually

told her once that since after her father died, Mrs. Hoyle had grown nothing but serious. She wasn’t kind, harmonious, or even charming.

vulnerable. Olive Steele understood that, but the old lady forgot that a bond between mother and

for years and now, Annie and she might try to bring it back. Olive Steele couldn’t help

know you have eaten salt more than we eat rice. I don’t know if this porridge suits your liking. If you don’t like it, you can tell me.”

she said strangely, “How dare I object on

at Annie, “Annie, do you

older than me. However, it’s too early to call her an old woman. She will be one twenty years later. A person with grey hair, hunched back,

have a sweet mouth. I’m going

You look good when you smile. The wrinkles on the corner of your eyes also look good when you smile. I think you must be

the dining table was harmonious.

paper towels. He felt that Annie was

father, can she? Without a handsome father, my mother won’t give birth to a beautiful little girl like me, will she?

successfully diverted the old lady’s eyes from provoking

child could get along well with the grandparents. But, sometimes, she couldn’t help thinking, if the Meyers weren’t exposed, perhaps, the old lady would be able to accept Annie and her into the family.

the old lady hadn’t fully compromised with her. The old lady was ready to provoke and get on her nerve every single time. It was a long way

finished a large bowl of porridge. She even had the urge to eat another bowl. She had to admit that Olive Steele had the talent, but she

elders and do what she can for them such as serving tea, pouring water, and choosing vegetables. The little girl said to the old lady, “Grandma, I’ll give you another bowl. My teacher said that you should

found that she had no resistance to this sweet and immature voice

long wanted a grandchildren, but at that time, she didn’t consider this child nor