The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 22: Met a Ghost at Midnight (1)

Olive curled her lips, wanting to detour. However, that man moved the newspaper away and sat straightly. He passed a bottle of wine with confusing as well as beautiful eyes, “Hey, stay with me, I am lovelorn.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Olive looked around and found herself was closest to the bench while others were over ten meters away.

The world never was short of lovelorn people.

Somehow, she took the bottle in his hand, “Cheers for the lovelorn.”

She newly broke up with someone.

“Hey, aren’t all women realistic and merciless? She always said she loved me when I worn designer clothes, drove famous cars and used credit cards, which pleased me a lot. However she changed when I had nothing. Why did she betray me and leave me? Why couldn’t she wait me to raise up again? How can women be so bad, so merciless?”

Olive looked at him sympathetically. He looked handsome and was as young as her. There was tears in his eyes that he endured not to fall them off.

Men seldom cried. He might truly fell in love with someone who had no luck to own him.

She drank a few sips, and wiped her mouth by the back of hand, “Not really. Some women are just so stupid. Even they know they can’t fall in love, they love men anyway without strings. They are afraid to be the burden thus they choose to leave and miss men after departure.”

The young man startled a moment and become silent, “Are you talking about yourself?”

Olive smiled, “Yeah, it is me. Therefore, not all women are bad. That woman who left you isn’t suitable for you. But one day, you will meet your true love, the right person in the right place.”

The young man was silent, lowering his head as if he was thinking about something.

After finishing one bottle of wine, Olive patted him on the shoulder, “ It is gonna be OK. Thanks for the wine and goodbye.”

Some farewells meant people never met again while some didn’t.

It was unexpectedly that another encounter happened not soon after when Chloe took her to a newly opened bar for entertainment. He was the boss of that bar. Hence, they became friends.

Thinking about it now, Olive couldn’t help but sighed that destiny was so wonderful.

Olive bought anti-alcoholic drugs. Ivy looked at the neon lights in the street and said, “You are right. Time is the best medicine for pain. Chloe will get through it with such a friend like you.”

They said goodbye to each other. As soon as Olive turned around, her eyes couldn’t open under the strong light of the unexpected car and her body unconsciously dodged to the roadside.

As the car sped by, the water was splashed to her beige pants which was full of mud immediately.

Olive couldn’t help but scold, “What kind of guy is that? Doesn’t he fear to meet ghosts at midnight with such driving speed?”

But it was beyond her imagination that the ghost in the car was Alan Hoyle.

Alan found her at waiting bar and followed her to the community somehow. Then he saw a man and Olive walk intimately, talk with each other.

Apparently, from his view, they were so close.

That man seemed to care about Olive a lot. When she bought something across the street, he accompanied her, sent her back and then drove away.

Seeing this made Alan uncomfortable.

Did they fall in love?

Olive Steele, were you the one I was looking for? Why did you make me feel so different?

Olive certainly didn’t know that there was a pair of eyes stared at her until she disappeared at the stairs. She missed him especially at midnight. She couldn’t help but remind of him. Such feeling followed her like her shadow, tortured her and repeatedly appeared at her dreams.

The most distance in the world wasn’t death and life but that people feared to recognize each other when they clearly knew.

Olive dazedly woke up at midnight. Toughing the bed, she found Chloe was missing.

Hearing the faint sobs from the living room, she worn a coat and turned on the light.

Chloe curled up on the sofa with hair dishevelled like a ghost at midnight. Without much reaction to the sudden light, she only blinked.

After all, she pretended to act lively. Such hangover couldn’t relief her pain from divorce.

Olive put a blanket on her, “Chloe, be strong.”

“I am fine.” Chloe raised her head and there was a tough smile on her lips which looked miserable, “It’s just a divorce......”

But she couldn’t pretend again. As soon as the word of divorce came out, her tears all fell off.

“When he was pursuing me, he prepared a car of roses, lit up heart shaped candles in the grass under dormitory, and took out the ring to propose. He said he would take care of me for the whole life. How can he forget that so quickly? How can men love another so quickly......”

Finally, Chloe burst into tears and couldn’t speak well.