The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 193 You Belong to Me Forever.

"If you think you can’t defeat us, go and get a girlfriend seriously." Alan said this angrily. He remembered that he just saw the girl was frozen and didn't take care of her.

"It's easy to find a woman. As for a girlfriend, forget it. I haven’t found my type." Kent was a little disdainful. He was used to the unrestrained days. If he got a woman to manage him or chatter in his ears, he would choose to die.

Olive looked at him with disdain. He was a playboy. However, it didn't seem to have much to do with her. She only wanted Alan to love her.

"Well, you always have a reason. Get some food now." Alan waved his hand impatiently. His girl must be hungry.

Kent was not happy, "Hey, I am also the boss of Longmen. When did I become a errand boy? The phone is clearly on your hand. You can called by yourself."

"Are you going or not?" Alan raised his fist.

"Well, well, you win. If you don't want me to be an eyesore, you could tell me directly. You find such a bad reason." Kent stepped back quickly, and then mumbled and left.

When the door closed, Olive was a little curious, "who is he?"

"A psychopath." Alan demoted his friend impolitely. He touched her face. It was cold, "you are cold all night, and you have to use hot water to take a bath otherwise it is easy to get sick. You wait, and I'll run the bath water."

After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

He went out when the water temperature was right, and took her in with the quilt. When he undressed her, she was a little shy, which made him kiss her.

She lowered her head. "I'll do it myself."

Alan said with a smile, "why? You are still shy in front of me?"

Olive hit him angrily and ignored him. After she sitting in the hot water, the cold gradually dissipated. The hot air warmed the cold blood. Her nose was stuffed up and there was a sign of a cold.

Alan stoke her hair, "I'll get you a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold."

"Well."

She has been taking care of people all the time. These days, she was taken care of by others. This feeling warmed her heart and produced dependence.

The dense mist in the bathroom blurred the mirror on the wall. Olive was lying in the bathtub with only her head above the water. She didn’t sleep all night and now she gradually fell asleep with the hot water. When Alan came back, she was already sleeping quietly.

The cold pale face finally became ruddy. Water drops were on the eyelashes like crystals. Her good body can be seen in the clear water. Her moist lips slightly opened. Alan’s eyes gradually darkened. He can not help but bend down to kiss her lips.

Olive was awakened by a kiss. His face was in front of her eyes, and his eyes were burning full of love. She was staring at him, but she didn't move. As if she finally woke up from a nightmare, she just looked at him at ease.

"Wake up? You won't be afraid to fall into the water?" His voice was soft and spoiled.

Olive burst into a smile and began to act, "then I will become a water ghost to ask for your soul."

Alan also smiled, and let her grasp his neck, "good, you are my woman and ghost. You belong to me forever."

He ordered her for many lifetimes, as if to say they would never be separated.

But did people really have past life and afterlife?

She hoped so and then she can be with him forever.

However, it was unrealistic in the end. She did not dare to hope for such a long time. She only hoped that she could live a peaceful life with him in this life. She was already satisfied.

"All right." She patted on his face and immediately printed the wet watermark. "President Hoyle, you are thirty-two. You say something so gross, and I get goose bumps."

"How dare you despise me?” Alan opened his eyes with a smile and he scratched irregularly to her itch.

Olive was hiding in the water. Her muscles twitched, but she couldn't help giggling. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He was not better. His clothes and trousers were wet, but he didn’t stop. He scratched more and more faster and his hands were running around her body.

Olive couldn't stand it. She finally surrendered, "I dare not. No. Forgive me. Stop! Oh, no, Mr. Hoyle, uncle Hoyle, Alan..."

Her voice seduced him. Alan, who was also a man, almost couldn't control himself. He wanted her in the bathroom. However, he was still worried about her body. After that, he took her out of the water,

dried her body with a dry towel, wrapped her in a bathrobe, took her out of the bathroom, put her on the bed, and put a quilt on her body.

"Well, drink the hot ginger soup." The bowl in his hand was still steaming hot air. It was a little hot. He made it colder and then send the soup to her mouth.

Olive drank all. The pungent flavor was in her mouth. She couldn't help but spit out her tongue. Her playful appearance made him smile.

"You have been froze all night. You have to tell me when you are uncomfortable." Alan touched her forehead.

"Don't worry. I'm not weak. I'm in good health."

"That’s right, but you've been sent to the hospital for an injection by me."

"Well, it was an accident, OK?" Olive was embarrassed. She remembered that night when she worked overtime. She only slept in the staff lounge for two or three hours. How could she know that she had a bad cold and made a fool in front of him.

"But I don't want to see any accident when you are with me. If so, I'm not good enough as your man." He caressed her face, and his eyes were deep and tender. His voice was intoxicating and hoarse in her ears.