The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Along the way, Alan didn’t speak a word. The car passed quietly among the noisy traffic, crossing half the city and arriving at the hotel where they stayed.

He got off the car without a word and Olive followed behind him.

“Hey, slow down.” He didn’t know how to take care of pregnant woman.

Alan didn’t look but, but he slowed down his pace. Olive’s lips curled into a smile when she saw it and chased after him, trying to hold his hand.

But he put his hands into his pockets without a trace. But in her opinion, he did it on purpose.

What a petty. She was just getting pregnant behind him back. There would be a new life and he wouldn’t welcome him. How could be a father?

If he didn’t want to hold hands, find then! We walked by ourselves, Little Hoyle. No need to be afraid he didn’t want him. If you father dared not wanting you, your mother dared to run away with you. Hmph!

It was the same suite. At the door, Olive pitifully grabbed his sleeve and shook it.

“Are you angry?”

“What do you think?” Alan replied him lazily. She asked such obvious question, idiot.

He truly loved and hated her. His head and soul were full of her, but that wasn’t the case with her. She did the opposite and ruined his efforts. But if he hated her for making decision by herself, she actually did it for him. So in the end, he really loved this woman and couldn’t hate her.

“Don’t be angry. You get older easier if you’re angry. You’re a handsome guy, right?” Olive acted cute and silly, trying to loosen up his expression.

But he merely had a cold face on and opened the door to the room, walking straight in.

Like she was just being thrown over a cold water, Olive stood guiltily by the door, looking like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for forgiveness.

She had made up her mind. If he didn’t ask her to come in, she would kept standing by the door. She wouldn’t believe his heart wouldn’t soften up.

Pregnant woman shouldn’t stand for a long time. She didn’t believe that he would be that ruthless punishing her.

Indeed, after Alan took a seat on the sofa, he bluntly said, “Come here.”

Olive’s face brightened up. She knew that this man wouldn’t stay angry at her. In fact, she could feel that he was happy with the child.

There was no need to hold himself back.

children. She wasn’t that delicate. She wasn’t afraid, what was there for him

his life. This is probably his first time. That was because he really cared about her, fearing that she might get into accident. When Olive thought of this, her heart felt warm. Even his angry look became extremely lovely in her

What could be happier and touched than our own lover putting ourselves first

up to him and before she could ask him whether he was still mad, he reached out to pull her onto his

to defend herself and a palm already landed firmly on her

you hitting

“It’s only a light hit.” Alan spanked again, forgetting to be gentle to

obviously not,

he held her tight that she couldn’t turn over. She was like a fish on the chopping

to punish her. Another and another, his palm landed sharper and

laid on his lap wriggling and upset. How embarrassed it

“Alan Hoyle, you hooligan.”

should find a new word,”

he’s gone. Honey, you’re killing your own son,” Olive sobbed and squeezed out a few

Alan halt at once and another slap didn’t come.

her had eased down. Olive struggled to escape. She got up and quickly took three steps back,

here,” Alan said again.

“No. You’ll hit me again. It hurts.” Olive was like a bullied child, rubbing her

afraid of this little pain?” It wasn’t that Alan didn’t know his strength. He knew himself how painful it was.

her. He was going mad from this sudden news. This child was beyond his expectation. Other men

He also had experienced the most dangerous stuffs. Only with her, he

said some irrational things, “That’s obviously two different things. It hurts my skin when you spank me, but giving birth is pain of happiness. I don’t care.

trick, so she

his eyes. His gaze were filled with dangerous glint. He weighed on her words. It seemed that he wasn’t as important as the child in her heart. “Come

go if you don’t hit

won’t hit you.” He had spanked her, if he did it again,

scold

won’t scold you.” It was useless for him to scold again. The child had already taken root. He could only blame himself

can’t not want Little Hoyle more. Abortion can hurt your wife’s body. You can ask a doctor if you don’t believe me. You don’t want

didn’t fail to see the sly light in her eyes. This

you explain first how did you hide this child?” This was

his hundred ways to avoid it actually happened to him. It seemed that he was still a bit inferior in fighting against

aren’t 100% safe. You can’t blame me. If you want to blame someone, go to the

fooled, “Don’t

the truth. It’s you