The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 36

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.