The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 31

Sandy was an uncommon humble one in the office. Olive would not refuse anyone who asked her for help even though that was not Sandy asking. Some workplace rules must be learned anyway. Olive would keep a smile on her face even thought it was the most hateful person.

Olive walked into Alan's office with a cup of coffee in her hand. He was reading the documents on his desk. He asked lightly when he saw her coming in," Are you recovered?"

Olive bent her body a little and put the coffee cup on the desk. Somehow, she said daringly without a second thought," I'm good now. Is Mr. Hoyle going to have a check on me?"

She was frightened by her words, too.

Alan looked at her in silent. Olive was a little embarrassed. She felt somehow that there was some other profound meaning in his sight but it was also quiet like an old well. His deep and serene eyes seemed like taking away her soul. She was bashful and said," Mr. Hoyle, pardon me if there is nothing else."

He suddenly put down the documents in his hand, raised up and crossed the desk then approached her. Olive was trembled and took a step back in spite of herself," What are you going to do?"

"You asked me to check your body, didn't you?" Alan lifted Olive's chin and said with a playful and frivolous joking tone.

The soft feeling made his finger becoming sensitive singularly.

Olive put her hands in front of her chest resisting. She did not dare to look his eyes," I was just joking."

"But I don't like jokes. What if I would like to seem it a truth?" His breath was close to her face.

Olive moved back tile she could not anymore. There was a wall behind her.

His hands rested spontaneously on the wall beside both sides of her forming a locking circle. The space in the circle was the world she got now.

Olive was blushed and her heart was beating fast," Don't do anything unruly. I will shout for help if you don't let go me."

But he put his head on her shoulder and said," Head-Shoulders, isn't it?"

Hum?

Olive was stupefied and did not react for a long while.

Alan closed his eyes and clung to it for a while. Then he let go her, raised his finger and flipped on her forehead," A joke for a joke. We are even now."

Then he returned to his indifferent appearance and got back to his seat.

Olive was sweaty since she was frightened by him. She could not laugh nor cry. Alan Hoyle, could you be stingier? How could you make a joke on this? If there was someone getting in suddenly and saw them doing that then sprayed the rumor. She would be killed by those inapprehensive sights.