The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 204

It seemed that Kent was acting up again.

Olive Steele, who was snuggling in his arms, didn’t want to move an inch, but the knocking sound was way too loud that she had to tidy up her messy clothes before opening the door.

Two waiters were standing by the door. They came in pushing the cart and said politely, “This is the meal Mr. Bai arrange for two.”

At the same time, the phone in the room rang. Alan Hoyle picked it up, and Kent’s voice came, “Candlelight dinner with a beautiful woman in your lap. Hoyle, I hope you have a wonderful night.”

The waiters were professional. They soon arranged candlelight dinner near the French style window, “Enjoy your meal.” they said before they left.

Olive Steele was halfway through the meal in the previous cocktail party when that person surnamed Qin ruined her appetite. She didn’t finish her dinner.

The meal on the table looked appetizing. Her mouth drooled just by looking at it.

Alan Hoyle laughed and asked, “Are you hungry?”

She touched her belly, “A bit.”

“You should eat more. You’re really thin. You should gain some weight.”

“What do you mean by thin?” she thought that her body was proportional.

“Every part of your body is so skinny.”

The eye between a man and a lover was different. If she was a stranger, her being fat or thin had nothing to do with him. But, she was her woman, and he hoped to take good care of her.

“That’s not true.” She pouted. Well, she admitted that she was a little too thin. But, her body would still be the same no matter how much she ate. If she happened to eat more, she wouldn’t gain weight. If she happened to eat less, she didn’t lose that much weight. In recent years, her weight hovered around two or three pounds.

Chloe Malan said that she looked like she gained weight because she wore too many clothes during wintertime.

In fact, she didn’t care about this. She didn’t spend her time thinking about it either. Women were suckers for beauty, but she was mostly focused on running around for life. But, she could never mention her suffering to the man in front of her. The past was the past.

But, her previous tough life didn’t escape Alan Hoyle’s mind. He had investigated her past life clearly. Her shoulders were so thin from carrying too much pressure. His heart was in pain. He could only blame himself for not finding her earlier and for not stuffing the best thing the world could offer into her arms.

“Come. Drink some wine. It’s good for your skin.” He poured the sparkling winemaking tiny ripples in the cup. Then, he handed it to her.