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.

to curse at him, but she feared that he would only get worse. So, she could only complain and

they sat quietly inside the car. He leaned against the door and she leaned on his arms.

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

was running out of patience. He wanted to go in and out of her house like a normal person. He

Give me more

was

“I’ll give you three days. Is that enough?” he had to push her a little bit.

She joked around, “Three days? You’re too impatient. You

parents react so that I

was easy to marry her, but it was not easy to get blessings from both

marriage, he still hoped to get blessings from

My dad has a good temper, but when

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

lips mockingly, “You don’t know how to be modest, do you?”

with being artificial. I’m

“Come on. The more you talk, the thicker

bowed his head and pecked her lips, “After your father agrees, let’s get a

any longer. For

it too early to say that?” Alan Hoyle was full of confidence. He could easily call her parents his

won’t be awkward if I meet them formally. Even, perhaps, I can add a little good

“So, my mom and dad should give you red