The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 59: Olive, You Are Mine

Alan, standing on the balcony, heard himself gulping. Her flawless figure, he saw it all. The word that came out of her phone seemed to pierce his ear, and made his heart fry in the pan. His heart ached.

He waited a long time in her room. She had the audacity to leave him alone at the party and walk away from him in public. He hated texting. He thought it's a waste of time and it would be easier to call. However, he was afraid of losing his temper when he called, so he tried to use a gentle way to ask her where she was by texting message.

But she was cold enough. She chose to ignore him. When his patience was exhausted, she had turned off her cell phone when he called her.

She did it on purpose. This woman, she was born to annoy him.

Over the years, he has learned to control his emotions in front of others, but she could easily make him lose his mind.

Olive came out of the bathroom, and she's drying her wet hair with a dry towel. When she looked up, she's horrified to find Alan sitting on her bed, and looking at her phone.

His expression looked gloomy, and his eyes looked fierce. He looked like he was going to eat her. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She would be going to have a heart attack someday. Every time he appeared in front of her, he was as stealthy and silent as a ghost.

"You......Why are you here?" Knowing that he had the means to open her room, but in order to cover up the fact that she intentionally left him for the last time, Olive deliberately made an excuse.

"I am waiting for you." Alan looked at her coldly.

Olive felt bad, because she angered the Big Bad Wolf like him. That's not a good thing. But at that moment she was impulsive. In order to struggle with him, she didn't want him to be too happy, so she automatically ignored the serious consequences of offending him and left him without telling him.

He was a mean man.

Alan was in his dressing gown, his sash hanging loosely around his body, revealing his robust chest, and he was full of the air of preying.

There was an extra wine glass on the table.

Olive couldn’t help but be alarmed. How long has he been in this room? She didn't know it at all. Had he seen her naked just now?

She came to her senses and her intoxication was gone. Her face grew redder and redder. If she had known he would be waiting so idly in her room, she would not have come out in such a slipshod manner, wrapped only in a towel.

She did not know that whether it was because she was nervous or because she was drunk, Olive heard her own voice falter, "Alan, it's getting late. Maybe you should go to bed."

Alan stifled his anger. He threw the phone on the bed. He moved closer and closer to her. Olive backed up until she's against the wall and couldn’t retreat. She folded her arms tightly around her chest to keep the towel from slipping off her body.

His strong body pressed against hers, and their bodies pressed together. His slender fingers wound round her wet hair. He didn't put much force on his fingers, but he made her feel pain.

"You know it's late, don't you? Don't you think you ought to explain something to me?" Olive could smell the liquor on his breath, and the smell came up to her strongly.

"Are you angry?” she asked timidly. Despite all the factors, even if she was just his ordinary assistant, it was not polite for her to leave him like that.

Alan was furious. This woman, she asked while knowing the answer.

"I'm sorry, but next time I'll ask you to your face before I leave.” She quickly bowed her head and confessed. The present situation was very unfavorable to her.

"You're going to leave me again?" He looked unhappy. This woman, she was so insincere in her apology.

"I didn't mean to." She said.

"You didn't mean to. Then you meant it, didn't you?" If he could not have read her mind, he would have lived all these years in vain. Olive, did you hate me so much?

"Well, I've already apologized to you. What do you want? You can fire me anyway." Olive was ready to risk everything and she shouted at him.

That was what she wanted, but why, the more she tried to run away from him, the more certain he was that she was the woman he was looking for.

Olive, five years ago, you told me that we must be together all our lives. You lied to me all the time, didn't you? If not, why did you keep your mouth shut when I asked you about your identity? You said you'd tell me when I could see. You lied to me, didn't you? You've got your own retreat, haven't you? You cheated on my feelings and trust. You thought it was funny, didn’t you?

His eyes were clouded. He squeezed the words through his teeth, "no way, you don't even think about it"

He kissed her so fiercely, and he bit her lip so hard. She felt the strong smell of alcohol rush through her mouth. Olive was staring at him, his body pressing down on her like a mountain. No matter how hard she beat and kicked him, she could not push him away. Her towel, however, was in danger of falling off.