The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 434 Do you need a reason to like someone?

After getting along with Chloe for a while, she found Chloe was neither hostile nor friendly. She was always quiet, watching them like an outsider.

However, she knew years later Chloe was just judging who she supported. If she supported her mother, Chloe would drive her out at anytime. What was more, Chloe even prepared the broom and it was just placed behind the door.

What a tough woman!

Aoba sat up suddenly. He cried out, “That woman downstairs? Come on, she has her name---Chloe Malan. And someday, she will have my surname!”

“Why do you like her? Cuz she is pretty?” In the point of Ada, Chloe was pretty, but she was not as excellent as Olive. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Rolling his eyes, Aoba said, “I have seen much who are prettier than her, okay?”

“Then why do you like her?” Ada asked again, curiously.

"Do you need a reason to like someone?" Asked Aoba Hoyle.

At the beginning, he couldn’t bear to see her suffer and wanted to protect her. Later, he became more attracted to her. Even if she had a bad temper, he felt she was adorable. Sometimes he doubted whether he had the tendency of being abused.

The more she abused him, the more happy he was. If she ignored him, he would be completely depressed, as if being abandoned by the whole world.

"Well, forget it." Unable to get the answer she wanted, Ada Hoyle got up lightly and said, "I'm gonna sleep, stop screaming and shut up! I was nearly scared to death just now!”

"That's your choose, my dear sister. You should have been in a luxury hotel suite now, but not in this 80 square meters apartment. I have to remind you that I will sleepwalk at night. Be careful, I'll walk to your bed, and... squeeze your throat..." Aoba Hoyle spoke and made horrible expressions and gestures.

"You sleepwalk? Come on, I don't think you would come to my room. The door of downstairs is your first choice." Ada turned around at the bedroom door, chuckled, and slammed the door, leaving him alone.

When Aoba called Chloe again, she directly shut down her phone to respond him...

At the same time, in Olive's bedroom, Olive had done a hard work to break the silence between Alan and her.

Alan slept with his back to her deliberately. No hug and no words, Olive was going to be driven crazy. She then entangled him like a koala. However, Alan moved aside a little to avoid her touching. Seeing this, Olive moved, too, to shorten the distance. Until there was no place for Alan to move, he decided to roll down and sleep on the ground. He thought in this way, the little woman would have no idea.

However, out of his expectation, the little woman followed his behind and rolled down, which shocked him. Subconsciously, he held her in his arms.

"It hurts..." She cried out.

"Anything wrong? Tell me where you hurt!"

"My stomach. I ate too much...."

"Are you kidding at me?" Alan's hand, which was at her belly, froze suddenly.

"You ignored me just now."She blamed and then wiped the tears that were not existed. "I will cry if you ignore me next time."

'She is making a scene now?" He thought. But it was funny.

"Well, you can cry now." He continued.

"What? You cruel man!" Olive pounced on him, "Alan Hoyle, say it again!"

"What if I don't?" A smile appeared on his face.

"I will eat you!!" After this, she bit on his neck hard.

Feeling hurt, Alan was helpless yet warm. He poked at her forehead, and said, "You wicked girl are becoming more wild!"

"Thanks to your personal lessons, my dear husband."

"Well,well. Should I give you a bonus for your good grades? Your performance is far beyond my expectation!" Alan said with a spoiling tone.

”Of course, my dear teacher. Also a bonus for yourself." Olive chuckled. But then she frowned and covered her belly with her hand, "Honey, my stomach does hurt a little."

Alan got up hurriedly and picked her up, putting her on the bed. "Hospital now?"

"Hospital? How should I tell the doctor? Tell him my dear husband forced me to eat much and made me stomachache? What a shame! I won't go!"

Alan chuckled and then put his hand inside her nightgown, "Massage will make you better."

Olive drew herself in his arms and crossed her arms around his strong waist, then squinted to enjoy his service.

"Better now?"

“Yeah."

His hands must have magic. Pain and illness would disappear once he touched.

The next day, Olive, as expected, failed to get up at the alarm clock she set. Alan turned it off as soon as it rang.

Watching his dear wife who was lying in his arms, Alan smiled and then fell asleep again.

Olive got up at noon. That man, who tossed her up and down last night, was dashing and energetic, sitting down with a cup of coffee and a piece of paper. As for her, black eyes had showed her sufferings last night.

"You get up?" He raised up and looked at her with a smile.

Although his dear wife had black eyes now, her skin became smoother. Plus the lazy appearance of her now added her another kind of temperament.

Olive ignored him and turned around, walking toward the kitchen. There were only they two at home now.