The Innocent Wife of Scheming President
Chapter 231: It's Scary

Aoba Hoyle didn't expect this woman to fall asleep before him. She was always on guard, but she put all her guard down at this moment. She felt relieved of him.

Aoba had to admit that Chloe Malan was a good-looking woman. After watching her for a long time, there was a feeling of dryness in his throat.

Damn it! He cursed secretly in his heart, turned his face to the other side, and slowly fell asleep. There's nothing happened again during the night, but when he woke up, Aoba felt his neck was uncomfortable. And the woman wasn't on the bed. He slowly turned his head and saw that she was sitting at the computer desk, seeming to be searching for something.

"What are you doing?"

Chloe beckoned, "Come here, is this you?"

She searched his name on the Internet and Google introduced the artist Yang Yu to become famous when he was young. His paintings were famous, but no one had ever seen him. No one knew the true face of him. If the man in the room was the same as Yang Yu, wouldn't she have won the first prize?

Aoba Hoyle walked over while wearing his clothes, "It seems that you don't believe in my authenticity.”

"If you can show me your ID, I'll buy your words."

"Yang Yu is not my real name."

"Stage name." She had already guessed this, but the more she thought about his face, the more suspicious she wanted to confirm, but this man didn't want to show it to her, "Hey, I just want to see it.”

"My id is nothing special, I'm hungry, sister, can you cook?" Aoba went to the bathroom.

Her voice fell behind, "You can't order on your own?"

"I'm afraid you will go bankrupt after eating in this hotel for ten days." Aoba stood at the door with a mouth full of toothpaste foam, "The contract says that you have to take care of my three meals a day.”

"You live in such a high-class hotel, and you want to let me pay for your meals? There is something wrong."

"That's also the wrong thing which was caused by you.”

Chloe was so angry, "There's no kitchen here, how can I cook the dishes for you? I live with a friend by myself. No way!"

"It's easy, just change to a room equipped with a kitchen,” Aoba said, and he immediately called the front desk to change the room, and then asked someone to bring two breakfasts. "Forget this meal this morning. You have to cook for me next time."

Chloe scolded him secretly.

After breakfast, Aoba didn't want to go out, so he asked Chloe to watch the video with him while he was bored. This kid was so perverted that he closed the curtains to watch ghost movies. The gloomy picture and the background music made Chloe feel horrible.

If it were Olive, she would say lightly, "There is no ghost in the world, thinking that these are all artificial, it is not so scary.”

But there was a strong sense of discomfort in Chloe's heart. Those voices fell in her ears and dyed the atmosphere in the room. It was clear that it was a sunny day outside, and the room was heated, but it still made her feel cold.

It just so happened that Olive's text message came over, which distracted her fear, "Where did you go after a night? Have an affair?” Behind the text, there was a wicked smile.

Chloe wanted to answer truthfully, but when she thought that the name Alan would make Olive feel sad, she stopped. Chloe would never expect that at this moment, Olive was sitting in the car and Alan was driving her to work. After thinking about it, Chloe replied with a text message on her mobile phone, "There is no affair, but there is one ghost.”

Wasn't this ghost just sitting beside her? he was watching the movie so intently, and Chloe didn't know how could he dare to look at those bloody and gloomy pictures, the aesthetics of this kid was indeed different.

Olive only treated her words as a joke.

Chloe did not know how to tell her what happened to herself. Should she tell Olive that she mistakenly smashed a kid who looked like Alan? And she was blackmailed by this kid? And she suspected that this kid had something to do with Alan?

The name of Alan seemed like a taboo among those who knew the matter, and they did not dare to mention it easily in front of Olive.

Chloe did not dare to look at the TV screen, and she scolded Aoba several times in her hear. Chloe visited the website. She wanted to take a picture of him very much, and put it on the Internet saying that this was a well-known young painter, Mr. Yang Yu. There must be a lot of people interested in it, and it would be better if there would be someone who can search for his background.

It was a pity that the light was too dark and the pixels of her phone were too poor.

Seeing her keep making small movements, Chloe was lowering her head, or shifting her eyesight around, Chloe didn't dare to watch the TV. That was an expression of fear. It was funny and she didn't dare to watch it, she can tell him that. Why did this woman pretend to be strong? The courage of women was smaller than that of men, which was not something to despise.

When the picture showed the ghost hand crawling on the ground, the corner of Aoba's mouth was slightly lifted, and the idea of frightening Chloe started. His hand quietly stretched out behind her, and then gently dropped on her back.

Chloe suddenly felt like a cool breeze on her back, and her body became stiff. When she looked up, she saw a boneless hand crawling on the TV, it's bald, and it seemed that it would attack the neck at any time. At the same time, Chloe felt that there seemed to be something crawling up on her back too, she was so frightened that she got up from the bed immediately, and hurried to open the curtains.

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