The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

He then went downstairs. Olive had already unfastened her apron and put it to its original place. "Mr. Hoyle, if there is nothing else, I'll go back to work first."

"Your workplace is not just in the office. Besides, assistant Steele invite me to dinner, but you intent to leave first. Is there a lack of sincerity?” Olive went to pick up a pair of bowls and chopsticks and said in her heart that I would not have promised you any meal if I was afraid Annie would disclose the secret.

But she could never tell him like this words. When the rice was served, she buried herself in eating the rice. She dared not look into his eyes. She was afraid she could not control herself to ask if he remembered her.

Alan frowned and picked up a celery, "Assistant Steele..."

Olive looked up slightly, looking at his expression. He was still the same as five years ago, with the tangled appearance, smelling the celery. Her depressing mood suddenly improved.

She did it on purpose.

She didn't know why she did it. She just wanted to play tricks on him or to hide her knowledge of his preferences.

"The taste of dishes dose not suit you?" Olive asked innocently. "Nothing. I just forgot to tell you that I don't like celery and coriander, and broccoli.” Alan threw the celery on the table. His emotionless face hid his loss.

His girl knew that he didn't like to eat these things. Although she would teach him that the good children were not to be picky about food and so on, she would never let them appear on the table. But the woman in front of him, with a face of ignorance, didn't know that. Was his intuition wrong?

But he was familiar with the taste of this dish. He had a long-lost feeling.

Olive smiled, " Mr. Hoyle, I've only seen children were particular about food. I nerve saw adults were picky about food like you. You're the first one. What's wrong with celery? It's not poison. It makes you show an expression to go to the battlefield. If I speak out this, I believe that many people will be surprised.”

"So what?" Alan didn't take it seriously. "You don't have anything you don't like to eat?"

Olive shrugged her shoulders. "At present, I haven't found it yet.”

The conversation between the two people fell into silence. It seemed that they could not find a topic to talk about. They could only hear the sound of chewing.

Olive was on pins and needles, which made her depressed. She used to be free in front of him, but now she always had to be careful and think before said.

This feeling made her feel very uncomfortable and nervous. The food was put into her mouth and lost its original taste.

"I've done. Take your time. I'll wash the dishes later.” She put down the bowl and chopsticks in a hurry. Regardless of his eyes, she got up and walked out of the restaurant.

The TV in the living room was on. She sat down on the sofa, took the remote control and changed it. She didn't find what she wanted to watch. She was totally spaced out.

It was dangerous to stay with him, and she was afraid she couldn't control her heart.

When Alan came over, she stood up in a hurry. "I'll wash the dishes." "No, I've already washed it." Alan is a light way.

Sure enough, she saw the residual moisture on his hands.

"What else can I help you, Mr. Hoyle." Facing with his compelling momentum, Olive always had an impulse to run away.

It took a long time for her to know that this man was quite different from what she remembered. He became unfathomable, and he no longer showed his joys and sorrows on his face, always looking calm. She couldn't figure out what he was thinking on in his mind. It was dangerous for her to guess. She was afraid that she would fall in love with him again before she could guess what was going on in his mind. "Nothing. But you have to go on a business trip with me.” He spoke with understatement, like this kind of temporary intention was the most common thing for him.

Olive was stunned, "Now?"

"Do you have any questions?" Alan retorted unpleasantly.

"No big question. Can I ask you where to go and how many days we will take?"

"Sanya. Maybe in three or five days, maybe in half a month.”

"Then you must allow me to go home and prepare some clothes first." Sanya's weather was like spring and summer all year round. Its climate was quite different from that of Luo city. If she wore this suit to go, she would die of hot temperature.

If he wanted to go on a business trip, he definitely could tell her sooner. She must have to be busy and follow his footsteps because of his leisurely words. Olive felt that Alan intentionally played tricks on her.

"I still have something to do. You go up to the second bedroom on the left of the third floor, and pack up my luggage for me. When the car drive to the airport, it will pass by your home."

Alan dropped this sentence and went upstairs.

He really regarded her as a nanny? Olive behind him hatefully swung her fist, really wanting to punch him.