The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

If the line was longer, he could spend more time with her.

He really wanted to kidnap her and make her spend the night with him in his villa.

After paying the bill, Alan Hoyle sent her back to the neighborhood. Mrs. Wen had been urging her to come home. They could stay together any longer. They hugged each other and said goodbye.

At home, Mrs. Wen saw her carrying a large bag.

“Why do you buy so much stuff?”

“So that I can spend more time outside and come back now.”

Mrs. Wen didn’t smell something suspicious about her explanation. Annie who was playing chess with her grandfather rushed over to the pile of snacks. Her little hand kept fiddling inside the bag, “Whoa, there is my favorite Dove chocolate.”

Olive Steele taught her to read the word ‘Dove’. She liked to use the stuff around to educate Annie.

“Don’t forget to share with your grandparents. You’re not allowed to eat too much or else, your teeth will decay from the sugar.”

Annie was an obedient child. She shared her chocolate with Mr. and Mrs. Wen. Then, she grabbed another bar of chocolate from the bag and said, “Mommy, I will brush my teeth later so that they won’t decay. Can I take this to school tomorrow? I will share it with Lan Lan and Zhang Xiaoli. They are my best friends. Last time, Zhang Xiaoli gave me her beef jerky and Lan Lan gave me plum.”

Olive

child. Now, there were just too many spoiled children out there. Annie was her little princess, but Olive Steele wouldn’t let Annie develop a princess syndrome.

chocolate, Annie brushed her teeth and Olive Steele gave her a bath. After

“Mommy, are you going to sleep now? I want you to sleep with me.”

closet and said, “Annie, you can sleep first. Mommy will

little girl drilled into the sheet. Her eyes

Olive Steele came out of the bathroom, Annie had fallen asleep. There was a little smile on her

took her phone

isn’t it?” he laughed. The happiness just hit different when someone cared about you caused it. Originally, he felt that the villa

If there was a child to roam around the room, the atmosphere would be

felt that it was as direct as phone calls, but now since he loved spending his time

She picked the dumplings for him. She

said, “The dumplings made by my mother are really delicious. The skin is thin, but the stuffing is

could taste the dumpling made by his

up, Annie’s hands were cupping her. The little girl

“Annie, what time is it?”

There was an alarm clock beside the bed. Annie had learned how to read

didn’t answer her. She continued cupping Olive Steele playfully.