The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 42

Alan listened to her reply with satisfaction and gave her an infatuated look. Years ago, he had a close relationship with a girl, but he never looked at her carefully. Now, looking at the bright, clean and arched back of the woman in front of him, he felt his mouth parched and tongue scorched. Except girl, she was the first woman who give him such a strong feeling.

Alan walked out of the room. At the end of the corridor, he unbuttoned his shirt, and he breathed out slowly facing the window.

Olive saw him leave. She quickly grabbed her clothes and rushed to the bathroom to change her clothes with the door locked. She swept her mobile phone from the bedside in a panic. She wasn’t afraid that he flirted with her, but she was afraid that if they have sex, she will get involved in the perplexed relationship with him.

She quickly changed her clothes and went out. She saw him standing against the light, like a tree, waiting for her all the way.

Alan, what do you want from me?

But she dared not ask him after all. She followed behind him and got on the car.

The car sped through strange street scenes. He stopped the car at the seaside, and then they took a speedboat to the coral island.

The sea breeze blew his white shirt, which looked like the billowing sails. He seemed to be an excellent pilot, and he was in control of all her emotions.

He had brought her to a small island of about one square kilometer. One side was lush woods, the other side was a quiet beach with white sand as fine as powder and the two sides were lined with strange rocks.

There were few people here except for a few adventurous tourists to explore.

She hesitated when she disembarked.

“ What’s the matter？Are you afraid I’ll eat you?” He was still half smiling.

“I’m not Olive if I’m afraid of you.” She really wanted to tear the fake smile off his face, but she had to take things as they come.

Alan raised the corners of his mouth and asked her, “have you ever gone scuba diving before?”

“No.” She had no spare money or leisure for such rich men’s amusements.

Alan threw her one outfit and said, “change it up.”

Olive lingered, while he undressed in front of her.

She have seen many bosses, and they were in Western dress and leather shoes. But they had a beer belly. They looked like that they were fully fed and never used their brains, if they had the mean faces. But Alan, who she didn’t mean to flatter, had a perfect figure as if it was carved without proud flesh on his waist.