The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Olive Steele walked all the way downstairs and saw Alan Hoyle’s car parked there quietly. The dim yellow street lamp lit the car body making it looked like a worn-out sculpture.

The spring breeze was chilly during the night, but her heart was warm.

After only a few steps away, she slowed down and stopped three steps away from the car. She quietly watched someone inside the car smoking.

The man’s face was hidden in the darkness and the smoke. She couldn’t see anything, but she could feel his burning eyes.

He got off the car and threw his cigarette away. He pulled her into his arms and whispered, “What should I do? I’m not used to spending the night without you.”

Olive Steele pulled his coat at wrapped it around her waist. The warmth of his body gradually warmed her, “Don’t be too vulgar.”

She admitted that she often spoiled the fun.

He frowned. He took her hand and pushed her into the backseat of the car. He got inside and locked the door. Then, he pinned his body on her.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to push him away. She never thought that she would make love to him inside a car in her own neighborhood, “Alan, get up.”

“You know what? Now, this is vulgar.”

It was indeed vulgar and dirty.

throw hands at him. She wanted to curse at him, but she feared that

their racing breath calmed down, they sat quietly inside the car. He leaned against the door and she leaned on

“When are you going to tell your father?” Alan Hoyle asked.

running out of patience. He wanted to go in and out of her house like a normal person. He wanted to hold her hand without having to

home. Give me more time.”

was going to tell her parents.

you three days. Is that enough?” he had to push her a little bit.

You’re too impatient.

“What’s the rush? I need to know how your parents react so that I can prepare for the next step.”

was easy to marry her, but it

get

don’t agree? My dad has a good temper, but when he is mad, it’s fatal.” said Olive Steele.

very seriously, “I promise I won’t talk ad fight back. I promise your father that his daughter

She pursed her lips mockingly, “You don’t know how to

modest is the same with being artificial. I’m

“Come on. The more you talk, the thicker your face is.”

lips, “After your father

wait any longer. For

even met you yet. Isn’t it too early to say that?” Alan Hoyle was full of confidence. He could easily call her parents his in-laws.

not early. It’s been four or five years. Now, it won’t be awkward if I meet them formally. Even, perhaps, I

and dad should give you red envelope