The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 521: Late at Night's Whispers

Mrs. Steele answered, “Not long ago, Alan was sitting in the living room with a few photos with him, looking at them repeatedly. I took a lot and saw the jade pendant in it. I thought it was you who took the photo for him. So, I asked and just knew that the jade pendant in the photo is the Geve’s keepsake. So that was how it’s revealed and I knew it.”

“You mean, Alan also already knew.” Although she had already thought of this point just now, she was still stunned that the fact her own man didn’t mention a word these days after her mom said it.

“Duh? He told me to pretend I don’t know things and let you make your own decision. But you’re the child who is raised by me and your dad. How could we not understand you? You’re not the kind of person who dislikes the poor and loves the rich. You won’t abandon us after acknowledging them, will you? I often hear that old man Geve’s health isn’t good and is a cancer patient. We don’t know how long he gets to live. You don’t want him to leave with regrets. Your life will also has flaws, right?”

Olive was very touched by her mom’s words. She hugged her mom and said, “Mom, thank you. You and dad are the best parents in the world. I’m grateful to you and love you forever.”

“Silly girl.” Mrs. Steele fondly stroked her hair.

Chloe shuddered with goosebumps, “What about me?”

Olive turned around and kneaded her face, “Of course I love you to death.”

Chloe swatted of her hands. “Don’t talk about death. That’s bad luck.”

Olive faked a smile, “What bad luck? This is my loyal vow. I won’t say this easily.”

“Damn you. Go away.” Chloe rolled her eyes.

Mrs. Steele had long used to this kind of rude but intimate argument between the two children.

“What are you guys talking? So lively.” Mr. Steele just brought back Annie who was tired from playing outside. As soon as he entered home, he heard the noise of his two daughters.

Chloe laughed, “We’re talking about Annie has another grandparents.”

“Grandparents? Who?” The little kid was confused.

Chloe poked her little nose. “You’ll know soon.”

“Kay!” The little kid didn’t ask more and ran to the bathroom, slamming close the door. She was looking in a hurry.

Olive stood up and said to her dad, “Dad, thank you too.”

When Alan returned, it was already midnight. He pushed the door open and saw the lamp’s yellow light beside their bed hit his wife’s face. The air seemed to be filled with a quiet and peaceful atmosphere that it immediately dissipated his exhaustion.

“It’s late. Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Olive sat on the bed and leaned against the pillow, looking up from the book she was reading. “Waiting for you.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Alan hugged her from behind, rubbing her warm belly with his big palm. Inside it, the pregnant woman was holding his and her second child.

“Don’t forget that you’re a pregnant woman now. You can’t stay up late. You really don’t listen.”

Olive closed the book, turned around and hugged him. She pitifully said, “You’re my sleeping pill. I can’t sleep without you. What should I do?”

Her pretty face was mixed with a contradictory laziness. As if it had some magic power, Alan couldn’t help but leaned down and kissed her lips.

Seeing her blushing face and the gleaming moist on her lips, he smiled. “There. Can you sleep now?”

Olive was teased, so she rewarded him with a punch on the chest. “Is there anyone like you? Taking advantage of others and laughing at them.”

“It’s perfectly justified as you are my wife,” his fingers dropped as he said, moving upward across her waistline.

She was trembling under his fingertips and Olive realized that now their baby was in her belly, she seemed to grow more sensitive from his caressing.

“Don’t be cheeky. It’s late. Go take a shower and I’ll prepare your clothes on the chair.”

“Okay.” Alan kissed her forehead, got up and went to the bathroom.

When he came back, Olive had already put the book on the side of the bed, closing her eyes and resting. He thought she was already asleep and got on the bed lightly, fearing of awakening her.

But as soon as he laid down, her hands hugged his waist.

“You’re not asleep?”

“Honey, I’ve hidden such a big secret from you. Why aren’t you blaming me?”

If this was the past and he even found out the slightest secret she hid from him, he would earnestly not let go of her so easily. Even the tolerant man also had a stingy side.

But this time, after he knew it, he actually was quiet and didn’t mention a word. He was completely ignorant which wasn’t like his style.

Alan propped his head with one hand while the other lightly stroking her face with his fingertips. “Which one are you talking about?”

That didn’t sound right. Olive punched him in annoyance, “You’re saying like I’ve hidden a lot of things from you.”

“Aren’t you?” Olive chuckled. Suffering from her punch, his wife’s fist was like a cat’s paw on his heart, scratchy and it was arousing the desire deep in his body. It was a pity that now he could only kiss and touch the girl, but he couldn’t take her. He could only be patient.

Olive opened her mouth a bit at Alan, making Alan gritted with pain. “Honey, are you a dog?”

Olive touched the teeth mark, then raised her head and grinned. “You’re wrong. I’m not a dog, I’m a tigress.”

Alan patted her on the head, “A tigress, huh?”

“You’ve insulted me.” Olive’s punch rained down on him.

Alan grabbed her hand amusedly. “Behave and don’t be too violent. You’ll bring bad influence to the baby in your stomach.”

“Don’t worry. Your son isn’t much bigger than a soya bean nib now. He won’t be influenced.” Wasn’t it too early to talk about this? Even if this was a prenatal education, he didn’t need to be so nervous.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” It was late and she was pregnant. Alan thought it would be better to end this love story earlier. Pregnant woman needed to rest earlier.

But Olive turned over and laid on her back. Her fingers clasped in front of her belly. “I suddenly change my mind and don’t want to tell you anymore.”

“Huh?”

“How’s your mother?”

Her way of trying to change the subject made him squint a little. “Let’s not talk about my mother. We’re talking about you. You’re kinda weird today.”

“Am I?” Olive felt she was being quite normal, nothing unusual.