The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 508

Along the way, Alan didn’t speak a word. The car passed quietly among the noisy traffic, crossing half the city and arriving at the hotel where they stayed.

He got off the car without a word and Olive followed behind him.

“Hey, slow down.” He didn’t know how to take care of pregnant woman.

Alan didn’t look but, but he slowed down his pace. Olive’s lips curled into a smile when she saw it and chased after him, trying to hold his hand.

But he put his hands into his pockets without a trace. But in her opinion, he did it on purpose.

What a petty. She was just getting pregnant behind him back. There would be a new life and he wouldn’t welcome him. How could be a father?

If he didn’t want to hold hands, find then! We walked by ourselves, Little Hoyle. No need to be afraid he didn’t want him. If you father dared not wanting you, your mother dared to run away with you. Hmph!

It was the same suite. At the door, Olive pitifully grabbed his sleeve and shook it.

“Are you angry?”

“What do you think?” Alan replied him lazily. She asked such obvious question, idiot.

He truly loved and hated her. His head and soul were full of her, but that wasn’t the case with her. She did the opposite and ruined his efforts. But if he hated her for making decision by herself, she actually did it for him. So in the end, he really loved this woman and couldn’t hate her.

“Don’t be angry. You get older easier if you’re angry. You’re a handsome guy, right?” Olive acted cute and silly, trying to loosen up his expression.

But he merely had a cold face on and opened the door to the room, walking straight in.

Like she was just being thrown over a cold water, Olive stood guiltily by the door, looking like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for forgiveness.

She had made up her mind. If he didn’t ask her to come in, she would kept standing by the door. She wouldn’t believe his heart wouldn’t soften up.

Pregnant woman shouldn’t stand for a long time. She didn’t believe that he would be that ruthless punishing her.

Indeed, after Alan took a seat on the sofa, he bluntly said, “Come here.”

Olive’s face brightened up. She knew that this man wouldn’t stay angry at her. In fact, she could feel that he was happy with the child.

There was no need to hold himself back.

It was a woman’s duty to have children. She wasn’t that delicate. She wasn’t afraid, what was there for him to be afraid of?

This man had nothing to fear in his life. This is probably his first time. That was because he really cared about her, fearing that she might get into accident. When Olive thought of this, her heart felt warm. Even his angry look became extremely lovely in her eyes.

What could be happier and touched than our own lover putting ourselves first than themselves?

Olive walked up to him and before she could ask him whether he was still mad, he reached out to pull her onto his lap with her butt faced up.

She hadn’t get to defend herself and a palm already landed firmly on her bottom that she yelped in pain.

“Why are you hitting me?”

“It’s only a light hit.” Alan spanked again, forgetting to be gentle to her.

“It’s obviously not, okay?”

Another two slaps. What a cruel man. Olive wanted to struggle away from the pain, but he held her tight that she couldn’t turn over. She was like a fish on the chopping board, slaughtered.

Alan seemed to determine to punish her. Another and another, his palm landed sharper and louder than before.

Olive laid on his lap wriggling and upset. How embarrassed it would be if this spread out.

“Alan Hoyle, you hooligan.”

“You should find a new word,” he said through gritted teeth.

“It hurts. If you keep hitting me, you’ll beat Little Hoyle until he’s gone. Honey, you’re killing your own son,” Olive sobbed and squeezed out a few tears, wiping them on his pants.

These words made Alan halt at once and another slap didn’t come.

Feeling that his strength on restraining her had eased down. Olive struggled to escape. She got up and quickly took three steps back, hurriedly arranging her skirt. Her gaze was on guard on him, fearing that he would pounce on her again and spank her.

“Come here,” Alan said again.

“No. You’ll hit me again. It hurts.” Olive was like a bullied child, rubbing her butt.

“You’re not afraid of the pain from giving birth, but you’re afraid of this little pain?” It wasn’t that Alan didn’t know his strength. He knew himself how painful it was.