The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 435

Alan followed her in and hugged her waist from behind, “What do you want to eat?”

Olive turned around slowly and quietly said, “I want to eat human flesh barbecued bun. Should I cut it from your body?”

This girl. Alan chuckled, pulled out a kitchen knife from the shelf and gestured on his bare arm. “Would you like to eat forearm meat or hind leg meat? Or the belly? Up to you.”

Olive’s face changed a little. Although she knew he was joking, she was really afraid that he would hurt himself accidentally with the sharp knife flashing. That wasn’t fun. But her little resentment wasn’t easy to be dissipated. Her mouth twitched, “The fat is too greasy, the lean meat is too thick. I like belly meat the most, but it depends on your muscles. If it’s not enough to bite, then forget it.”

Alan put the knife back where it was and smiled, “Just say it if you don’t have the heart. So many excuses.”

“Says who? Your meat is too old and hard. I’m afraid it’ll knock my teeth, okay?” Olive snorted. She turned to look for food as she was hungry. Even though she had eaten until so full last night, she was squeezed out by him in the end.

But why was there nothing in the fridge except raw meat, vegetables, and a few cans of drinks. The pot was also empty.

Dear mother, had you forgotten your daughter after you had a son-in-law?

Alan warmed a glass of milk for her and said, “Drink this first to stuff your belly a little. After you change your clothes, I’ll take you out for a meal to nourish your health.”

The word ‘nourish’ reflected her serious injury. Olive glared at him fiercely. Whose fault was it? Wasn’t it him who was the main offender.

“Don’t glare me. Your eyeballs are about to fall out. You won’t be pretty if they do. Good girl. Let’s go out after you drink this. I don’t want my baby to starve.”

“Baby my ass. Didn’t you ignore me last night?” Olive said unkindly. She suffered a lot. She was even sucked dry and exhausted by him until she almost couldn’t get up from bed.

“Stupid. I was teasing you.”

“Is there anyone teasing like you?” Olive complained, grabbed the glass and drank it straight after a few sips. But when on the last gulp, she accidentally choked on milk and it got into her nose. It was uncomfortable that tears almost slipped out.

Was this what people often said? When someone was being unlucky, they would choked on water.

Alan hurriedly stroked her back, “Look at you, an adult, yet you’re still being rash. No one is stealing it from you.”

“Ah!” Olive suddenly shouted as if just thought of something.

“What’s wrong?”

“What time is it?” She grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch. She shouted, “I have a meeting at ten. This is all your fault. Alan Hoyle, I’m freaking hate you.”

She stamped his foot hard, rushing out of the kitchen like a gust of wind.

Her bustling appearance made the man behind her shake his helplessly as his painful toe. She didn’t even look that he was wearing sandals, yet she stepped on it. His toe was almost broken.

Chasing her to the bedroom, he watched her hurriedly looking for clothes in the cabinet.

“Ted called at half past nine to confirm whether the meeting is held as scheduled. I’ve pushed it for you to three in the afternoon. It’s only eleven, so you still have enough time to have lunch with your husband.”

Olive threw her clothes to the bed and laid down her body too with a sigh of relief. “You didn’t say it earlier. Then I’ll go back to sleep again. Wake me up at one.”

Alan walked over and hugged her, “You’re going to be a lazybones if you sleep again.”

“It’s because of you.” Olive rolled over, slipped away from his arms and covered her own face with a pillow.

“Okay, okay. It’s my fault.” Alan changed his gloomy face from yesterday. He coaxed her patiently and kindly, then pulled her close again. “Change your clothes. I’ll take you to eat something delicious as an apologize gift.”

“I don’t want to. I’m exhausted because of you.” After she drank the milk, her stomach wasn’t that empty anymore, but she was still extremely sleepy. He forbade her to lie down, so she had to lie on him as a human sofa.

“I booked a place at Angel Hotel. And you won’t show respect?” he whispered in her ear.

“Huh?” Olive’s slow brain took a long time to reach. Her sleepy eyes suddenly opened, “Where did you say?”

“Angel, your territory,” Alan sighed. It turned out that the appeal of the Angel Hotel was greater than her husband.

Olive rubbed her eyes, “Then can I be the master of my territory?”

“Of course. I don’t mind you pay the bill, treat me.”

“Sure, my treat. You pay the bill.”