The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 509

But soon, Olive couldn’t laugh anymore.

The three meals she had were all steamed and boiled dishes, so light that they lost their original taste.

“Honey, can you order a few spicy stir-fry dishes?” Olive asked cutely.

Alan deadpanned, “Pregnant woman can’t eat food that can upset the belly.”

Olive grumbled, “Then I can only eat this every day from now on?”

Alan indifferently said, “Pretty much. If you’re behaved, I can occasionally reward you with what you want to eat.”

Revenge. This was a blatant revenge. It had to be. Olive put down her chopsticks, “I’m not eating.”

“That won’t work. You’re now have one mouth to feed two people.” Alan was patient, picking up the chopsticks and putting it in her hand.

“How can you take care of pregnant woman like this? I ate anything when I was pregnant with Annie and she was born healthy.” She would be malnourished if she had to eat this way every day.

“But you had a problem,” Alan pointed out the point of the problem.

“That was an accident, okay.” It wasn’t a thrilling experience which she wanted.

“I’m avoiding any accidents that may happen to you now. Be good and eat more.” He scooped soup and some vegetables for her.

Missing Annie’s pregnancy period was actually a pity that he didn’t go through. Since there was an opportunity now that he couldn’t resist, he naturally had to make up for it.

Since they were here, they had to be safe. Maybe it was Alan’s fate to have this child. Since she wanted it, he would do what she wanted, watching her happily being a mother and he would protect her by his side at all times.

But now, he wanted to tease this woman.

Olive’s face had seriously turned bitter. “Don’t you know that pregnant woman’s mouth is pickier? You still choose these bland and tasteless food for me to eat. I don’t need to wait for the child be born, I’ll die from starving because of you first. Do you not welcome this child’s arrival at all? Little Hoyle, look, your daddy is abusing us.”

Alan was in between laughter and tears, “I’m doing this for your own good.”

“If so, you should let me eat happily. I want to eat hot pot now and ice cream. Take me, okay?” Olive boldly asked while swaying his arm.

“No,” Alan answered sternly. “You’ll heat up if you eat hot pot in such hot weather. Ice cream will cause diarrhea. If you’re not thinking for yourself, at least think for little Hoyle, right?”

He succeeded in stifling her fantasies on food. Olive reluctantly said, “Fine. You win.”

Stuffing her mouth, drinking the soup, and chewing the food hard—it was as if she had grudges with these food. It put Alan in a good mood that he stroked her hair as if petting a pet. “Now this is a good girl.”

“I want to go home,” Olive said solemnly, flatting her lips.

She could eat anything at home. If her parents knew that she was pregnant again, they would be extremely happy.

Her mother always hoped that she could have a baby again. One child was too lonely. Annie needed a companion. And Alan’s love for her was worthy of her having another baby for him.