The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 128

When Alan returned to the study, she had kept the same position that before he went downstairs, as if she knew nothing.

At this time, it was less than an hour before his deadline. Olive suddenly wanted to know if he had any evidence to win and if he would stick to the last second as he said or could he just let her leave.

But unexpectedly after he looked at her he suddenly said, "I'm hungry. Go down and get me something to eat."

Olive can't keep up with him because his emotion changed too quickly. He was so disappointed just now, but it seemed nothing had happened then. She couldn't know what he was thinking. She was so anxious. Her heart was like hanging in the middle of the sky. It could not enter the sky or fall to the ground but she just answered "fine".

It's very obedient.

In the Winter, it went dark very early. It was already gray outside. She took off her coat and put it on the sofa in the living room. Then she went into the kitchen.

The food in the fridge was still much after she causally cooked. When Dave came, he took a big bag of food and put it in the kitchen. It's so good to be a boss. As long as he said then the assistant will do all the thing for him.

However, if Alan had known that the result of the testing earlier, would he have the mood to ask people to prepare these?

But you could never guess what people was thinking. For example, at this moment, he had known the result, but he still asked her to cook, just as nothing had happened.

Chloe called her and asked if she would go back for dinner.

She wanted to go back, but the doors and windows were locked that she couldn't went out.

Looking out of the window, she could vaguely recognize the snowman she made standing in the garden. Olive sighed softly. Alan, what will you do next?

The man who was upstairs, could not hide his inner loss and punched on the ground glass after she left the study. Ground glass was a special bullet-proof material, which was not damaged at all, but it made his wrist hurt.

How could that child wasn't his?

Was it like Dave said, all these were just his thinking and imagination? He wanted to prove when he just had a little information but it just tested he was wrong and it was his illusion.

"Olive, are you really not the one that I thought?"

When Alan went downstairs, Olive had almost got the dinner done.

He leaned quietly against the door and quietly watched her take off her bloated jacket. Her legs were more perfect with her tight black sweater wrapped around. And her legs seemed to be more long with her pencil underpants of the same color.