The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 405

If said that turning a blind eye back then only to stall some time, finding evidence, looking for an opportunity to fight back, then at that moment, he could no longer tolerate it. He’s afraid that if he wasn’t careful enough, there would be no possibility to win her back.

A determination was what he decided to show her.

“Aren’t you tired? After you got off work, you still cooked a table full of dishes.” Olive pulled him to sit down by the bedside.

“It’s just a small matter, how can it exhaust your physically strong husband? To be honest, you want to know about what I talked with Ivy, right?” Alan laughed and tugged her nose, “Just ask, do you need to talk in a roundabout way between us?”

Olive scratched the back of her head with frustration, “It’s over now. I’m transparent in front of you and I can’t hide any secrets anymore.”

How can he know about everything that she’s thinking about? He is a psychic indeed.

“You still dare to keep a secret from me, huh?” Alan smirked and tickled her itchy spot. Olive laughed and squealed, rolled over the bed begging for mercy.

“No more, stop it. It tickles…”

She let out all sorts of laughter and couldn’t stop laughing. Alan threw himself on top of her and breathed heavily.

“Kiddo…”

With a hoarse sound caused by the laughter, both of their heartbeats overlapped with each other, like a thumping sound hitting the softest part in both their hearts.

When she closed her eyes, he kissed her gently on her eyelashes.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a flapping butterfly.

In the late spring and early summer night, the evening breeze blew onto the curtain, as if creating a romantic atmosphere for both the people in the room.

The love affair happened in a clear and ordered pattern.

Alan had lived as an ascetic monk for several days. He could see and touch but couldn’t do anything past that. As soon as his willpower test was over, moreover, nothing was binding and restraining him on his big bed, he soon turned into a wild horse that’s in a vast grassland, galloping as he liked in a land of warmth and tenderness.

Olive was completely struck by him several times as if she’s high in the clouds. She could only inhale without exhaling the air and died for a while.

It’s a kind of death that stimulated pleasure to the utmost. It’s so pleasing that every inch of her vessels sighed softly.

After finished, her ears happened to be pressed against his heart. The thumping sound was clearly passed on to her eardrums. His thunderous heartbeat wasn’t exaggerating.

Her finger made a circling gesture, intentionally or otherwise, “What did you talk with Ivy about?”

Alan stroked the long hair under his chin, “Are you worrying me, or worrying him being bullied by me?”

Olive punched him, “Mr. Hoyle, are you being jealous here?”

Alan grabbed her hand and kissed it, then smiled, “Doctor said that it’s appropriate to be jealous. It’s good for physical and mental health. Therefore, Mrs. Hoyle, you can’t strip off my right to be jealous.”

“You’ve changed the subject.”

“You’re the one who said that I’m being jealous.”

“There is kind of people that feel completely sour but completely refuse to admit it and make excuses instead.” Olive sighed in disdain but then smiled broadly again, “But, jealous men are cute. So, cute Mr. Hoyle, can you tell me what you talked about? You’re the one who said that there should be no secrets between husband and wife.”

She used his words to press him.

“Actually, it’s nothing. I just told him that there’s a huge possibility that his father’s death wasn’t caused by suicide.”

Olive was dumbfounded. If Dave's death in prison seemingly because of homicide, then it’s not surprising if Ivy’s father also had someone manipulated his death.

It’s just back then the discord between Albert Hoyle and Karl was a well-known thing. Both of them had piled-up grievances for a long time. Therefore, back then there was a rumor Karl’s death was because he’s forced to commit suicide and jump off the building by Albert.

But today, Alan told her this, does it mean that there’s a profound secret?

“Do you know who is it?”

Alan shook his head.

“Then how are you so sure that he didn’t commit suicide but a victim of homicide?”