The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 365: Woman, I Want Your Heart More

“Give me some time to think,” she whispered. She put away her usual firmness in her rejection with that tone of hers

Her loose tone made him seem to see the dawn of hope, “How long?”

If it was too long, he was afraid that he would lose patience.

“I don’t know.” Chloe Malan felt like she was a mess in the head. She obviously should be like this, but she was like out of control last night.

“Three days. Is it enough?” He had been pestering her for so long. Was it not enough for her? He thought that it was a little long for three days.

But she learned how to bargain on the spot from him. “One week. You’re not allowed to bother me. You’re not allowed to show up in front of me. Don’t call me and don’t text me. Or everything is off. You should think this through too.”

In a word, it was cutting off all contacts.

Aoba Hoyle gritted his teeth, “Fine. One week it is. I won’t take a second from you, but you can’t add one more minute of me. I’m waiting for you to sentence me to life imprisonment, imprisoning you in this position.

The place where his palm fell was still her chest. He finally waited for the woman to loosen a little.

On the way home, no one spoke. But he stubbornly clasped her hand and placed it on his lap.

On the seventeenth floor, he continued to go up one floor and she walked out of the elevator.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

As soon as she entered the house, she saw Olive Steele sitting on the sofa, working on her work she brought back. She rushed over and screamed on top of her lungs, shocking Mrs. Steele who was washing dishes in the kitchen. She hurriedly ran out, “What? What’s wrong?”

Olive Steele glanced at her, seeing suspicious red marks on Chloe Malan’s neck. She waved to her mother and said, “Nothing, mom. You do your work.”

“Why so secretive?” Mrs. Hoyle suspiciously stared at them, and then went back to the kitchen again.

Olive Steele pulled Chloe Malan into the bedroom and closed the door. She opened her collar and clicked her tongue, “How big is this mosquito that bites you? There’s a lot. You didn’t come home last night. With who did you have fun with?”

There were a lot of evidences. They’re both were experienced people. She couldn’t help to tease.

Chloe Malan screamed at Olive Steele again, “I slept with him. What should I do?”

“The one upstairs?” Olive Steele pointed at the ceiling.

“Who else if it’s not him. Tell me what I should do.” Chloe Malan was extremely ashamed. She couldn’t believe that she was in a May-December romance. Even though in the end he almost completely ate her, that mental confusion moment made her think that that kid had one great body.

“What should you do? Nothing,” Olive Steele couldn’t help but laughed. These two were still mixed up with each other after all.

“I’m being serious. Why are you joking with me?” Chloe Malan hit her.

“Didn’t you guys have always been at odds with each other? How can you guys suddenly get onto the bed?” Seeing the piles of result on her neck and collarbone, last night battle seemed quite intense.

“How could I know? Everything was all right until Bruce Lynn suddenly said he wanted to remarry me…”

Before Chloe Malan was done speaking, Olive Steele exclaimed, “Remarry?”

Had that man come into his sense? She hoped that Chloe Malan chose Aoba Hoyle.

“Fuck his remarry. This old lady is living well without him. Don’t think I don’t know that he has plan in mind. It’s because he thinks I’m worth of something for him to use,” Chloe Malan snorted.

“What does he want to use you for?”

“Idiot. What’s our relationship? What’s your relationship with Alan Hoyle? How can he not think this through?”

With that was being said, Olive Steele suddenly realized.

“But what if he isn’t thinking of that?”

“If he really has good intentions, I’ll write my name, Chloe Malan, upside down.” Chloe Malan told her what happened yesterday.

Olive Steele was relieved. This woman had completely let go of the past. That bastard Bruce Lynn even dared to ask for a remarry? It wasn’t like Chloe Malan couldn’t find a man. She might be hit her head if she picked up that womanizer.

But looking her like this, it seemed like she was a little hesitant with Aoba Hoyle.

“Olive Steele, baby, my love. Tell me what should I do?” Chloe Malan swung her arm.

“Well, nothing.” Olive Steele felt like she had none good advice. One step forward might be an abyss, one step backward might miss happiness. Now, Chloe Malan’s trouble was probably here too.

It was all Mrs. Hoyle’s fault.

“I really want to slap myself,” Chloe Malan said, then she really slapped her own face.

“Hey.” Olive Steele stopped her and held her hand. “What are you doing? You’re self-abusing.”

“My head must have pulled a tendon last night.” Chloe Malan frantically tugged at her hair.

“Are there tendons in your head?”

“I have nerves.”

Olive Steele rolled her eyes, “There is no need to curse yourself like that.”

“Olive Steele, I’m sad.” Chloe Malan tucked her feet up, sitting on the bed and hugging her knees with a pity face and lost gaze.

Olive Steele sighed softly, “I can’t help you with feelings matter. But, if you’re worried about Mrs. Hoyle, we can work together. Think about us two women handle one mother-in-law, it’s probably quite lively. It depends on what you think about Aoba Hoyle. Think by yourself.”

“Oh, right. Does that old witch cause trouble to you these days? How are you going to deal with her?” Chloe Malan asked.