The Innocent Wife of Scheming President
Chapter 373: Taking Care of My Wife

“So what? It's natural for me to take care of my wife's pig feet.” Alan quickly stripped her clothes. Her feet were hurt and he was anxious letting her taking a shower by herself.

“You're the pig. It's not like I don't know you. You just want to take advantage of me.” Olive actually wanted to kick him but accidentally kicked the door and hurt herself. She quickly withdrew her leg back. The loss outweighed the gain.

Alan was amused and upset at the same time then carried her into the bathtub. He carefully put her feet out to the edge of the bathtub. “Look at you not being honest. You've hurt yourself. Besides, you're my wife. If I'm not taking advantage of you, who should I take advantage of? Is it possible that you want me to have another women outside?”

“I dare you!” Olive snorted, looking like a tigress.

Alan let out a low laugh.

“Look at you. Always so thin.” She wasn't the kind who would diet, but the food she ate didn’t know where it went. She always didn't have meat.

With such a thin and fragile back, he didn't even know where the power came from. She could seriously carried his mother on her back and walked in hurry in such far distance. Who said that women were inferior to men?

His girl was as energetic as a strong man.

Olive squeezed her own arm. “I'm not. I even feel that I'm a little fatter these days.”

“Are you? I don't think so. You're as thin as fried dough twist. Next time I'll have to fatten you up. It's better for you to be so fat that you can't move. Then no one will look at you.” His wife was well- proportioned, a skinny beauty which was popular nowadays. But he still liked her to be a little plump.

Olive smiled and pinched is nose, her wet fingers were dripping waters. “Thank you for thinking of this bad idea. By then, you will despise me too.”

“No way. No matter how my girl looks like, she’s always my baby.” He took away her hand and leaned close to her pretty little face. Those crystal eyes stared at him without a blink, staring at him until his heart softened up, like a large piece of seaweed in the sea flicking.

A kiss was the best way to show love. Her lips, with a breath of vanilla, intoxicated him.

But, it was when they were kissing at the hard to come by moment, they suddenly heard the sound of door outside, followed by Annie's excited voice and Mrs. Steele's several gentle responses.

They really had come home in an inappropriate time. Alan reluctantly left his wife's lips.

His wife's voice was flushed red like a ripe apple. Her skin was soaked in warm water, like a newborn baby, showing a lovely pink. He wanted to take a bite of her seeing her like this.

Why couldn't they come back a little later?

The bathroom door handle was twisted from the outside, and then they heard Annie suddenly shouted, “Grandma, I want to pee, but the door won't open.”

Olive was even more embarrassed now, glaring at the man who was laughing happily at the moment.

Mrs. Steele walked over and tried to open the door but couldn't. “Chloe, is it you inside?”

There were a few people in the family. Usually, Olive and Alan hadn't got off from work and weren't at home at this time. And Mr. Steele was still in the store. So, the only person Mrs. Steele could only think about was Chloe.

But right at this time, Chloe just opened the door and walked in. “Godmother, I'm here.”

“It's me. I'll come out soon.” Olive had to pull her neck and responded to the door. But when she got out of the water, she was dumbfounded. The man only thought of filling in the bathtub and bathed her. He forgot to bring her clothes in.

Alan didn't rush or panic. He took the towel hanging on the shelf and wrapped her body with it, then carried her out.

Naturally, the ambiguous scene made the two adults outside stunned.

Mrs. Steele said, “You two are home.”

"Yo, are you both taking a bath together?” Chloe laughed. She clearly saw that even though Alan's clothes was wet, it was his clothes he wore in the morning. Yet she still couldn't help but teased the both of them with an amused tone, making people think of something.

Annie cried out even more heartlessly, "Mommy is embarrassing.”

For a little kid, she knew pretty a lot. Olive didn't know who had taught her and her face turned red. Obviously it was just her who took a bathe and didn’t do anything, but she still felt like she had done something bad, so she felt a bit embarrassed.

“Olive hurt her legs. I'm taking care of her.” Alan's face didn't change a heartbeat, successfully diverting everyone's attentions.

Mrs. Steele's gaze fell from the two cuddling position to Olive’s legs wrapped in white gauze. She was shocked and asked, “How did this happen?”

Olive hurriedly said before the other two said something. “I got into a little accident when I was working. It's fine, mom. Don't worry. The doctor said that it will be fine after two days.”

“Chloe's legs had just recovered not long ago and you've hurt your own legs. What is wrong with this year? It's always the legs that get hurt,” Mrs. Steele said and felt upset.

In the midst of Mrs. Steele's nag, Alan carried Olive into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Annie followed them. She climbed up the bed and looked at her legs. “Mommy, does it hurt? I'll blow it for you. It won't hurt after I blow it.”

After she said that, her little mouth really aimed at the position where the gauze was, and gently blew several times.

Olive's heart turned soft. She reached out and hugged her daughter. “Our baby is such a good girl. You're so young yet you know how to cherish mommy.”

Or else, the old saying went, “a daughter was a mother's little padded jacket’.

Alan reached out and stroke the top of their daughter's hair, then found a set of pajamas. He smiled at Olive, “Should I help you change?”

He even dared to molest her in front of their daughter. Olive threw a pillow at him. “Get out!”

Alan really left, but he came back soon with a hair dryer in his hand.

Annie shouted, “I'll blow mommy's hair.”

“Can you do it?” Alan asked suspiciously.

Annie snorted with her hands on her hips, “Are you underestimating me?”

“I wouldn't dare to. I'm afraid my baby's arms will get tired.” Actually, he was afraid that she would burn his wife. He pat her daughter's butt. “Good girl. Go find a comb for mommy to comb your mommy's chicken coop.”

And Annie listened to him obediently and went to fetch a comb.

Olive stretched out her body on the bed, letting the father and daughter do their works. Probably it was because she was physically exhausted, and her sleepiness gradually slipped in. When her hair was dry, she had slipped into a date with the God of Dreams, with a small smile hanging on the corner of her lips.

"Mommy falls asleep,” Annie said

Alan put his finger on her mouth and sighed, then covered the sleeping woman on the bed with a blanket. He whispered, “Mommy is too tired. Let her sleep.”

“Okay.” Annie nodded and opened her arms, offering him a hug for the first time.

Alan kissed her little cheek and exited the room while carrying his daughter.

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