The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 207

Alan Hoyle caught her hand, “It seems that you have the strength to do one more time.”

Olive Steele quickly retreated, “Oh no, I’m tired and you could self-control for five years, so it’s fine to hold a short time.”

Olive Steele was clever and she knew how to deal with him but she forgot that Alan Hoyle was cheeky in front of her. the bathtub was not very big so he pulled her back without striking a blowing, “I forgot to tell you that everyone's self-control varies from person to person and I have a eccentricity that I have no interests in other women but you who have made me horny for five years and you have to make it up.”

Olive Steele hummed, “I didn’t mean it.”

But her protest faded with his kiss and she said, “Alan Hoyle, I’ll break with you if you touch me again tonight.” Olive Steele lay on the bed and feebly resentful.

Alan Hoyle smiled triumphantly, “Really?”

Well, she would never break with him and then she ignored him.

Alan Hoyle was careful and he blew her a few strands of wet hair with a hairdryer even if she did not wash her hair. He did not allow her to sleep when her hair was wet, which was harmful to her health and could easily trigger migraines. His kindness dispelled her resentment of him. But she was really tired and it seemed that something cold passed through her fingertips as she about to fall asleep but she had no strength to open her eyes to see, only felt him holding her palm so warm. She had been suffered from insomnia these years and often woke up with a start in the middle night but Alan Hoyle always had a way to get her to sleep fast and not dream all night. As he said, making love helped sleep, which was a fallacy. Every morning he was refreshed when he got up but she had left an ache in her waist and back, which was like her body was reassembled and she just sat up but fell down and beat the pillow, “Alan Hoyle, I’m GONNA kill you.”

“Oh no, you will be a widow if I die and no one can make you happy then.” Alan Hoyle smiled with the nasal voice in the morning.

Olive Steele took a pillow to cover his face, “Stop laughing, such a rogue you are!”

Alan Hoyle took the pillow away and flirted with her, “Then you’re the wife of rogue, Mrs. Hoyle, do you still remember that it was you who tied up with me on this bed, which was very amorous.”

Thinking of it, Alan Hoyle was full of excitement and Olive Steele hit him with a pillow, “Stop talking about it.”

“Well, but Mrs. Hoyle, you exposed my body by accident, are you teasing me?” he looked at her smooth body and his eyes filled with desire.