The Innocent Wife of Scheming President
Chapter 508: The Serious Consequences from Her Husband's Anger

Along the way, Alan didn't speak a word. The car passed quietly among the noisy traffic, crossing half the city and arriving at the hotel where they stayed.

He got off the car without a word and Olive followed behind him.

“Hey, slow down.” He didn't know how to take care of pregnant woman.

Alan didn't look but, but he slowed down his pace. Olives lips curled into a smile when she saw it and chased after him, trying to hold his hand.

But he put his hands into his pockets without a trace. But in her opinion, he did it on purpose. What a petty. She was just getting pregnant behind him back. There would be a new life and he wouldn't welcome him. How could be a father?

If he didn't want to hold hands, find then! We walked by ourselves, Little Hoyle. No need to be afraid he didn’t want him. If you father dared not wanting you, your mother dared to run away with you. Hmph!

It was the same suite. At the door, Olive pitifully grabbed his sleeve and shook it.

“Are you angry?”

"What do you think?” Alan replied him lazily. She asked such obvious question, idiot.

He truly loved and hated her. His head and soul were full of her, but that wasn't the case with her. She did the opposite and ruined his efforts. But if he hated her for making decision by herself, she actually did it for him. So in the end, he really loved this woman and couldn't hate her.

“Don’t be angry. You get older easier if you're angry. You're a handsome guy, right?” Olive acted cute and silly, trying to loosen up his expression.

But he merely had a cold face on and opened the door to the room, walking straight in.

Like she was just being thrown over a cold water, Olive stood guiltily by the door, looking like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for forgiveness.

She had made up her mind. If he didn't ask her to come in, she would kept standing by the door. She wouldn't believe his heart wouldn't soften up.

Pregnant woman shouldn't stand for a long time. She didn’t believe that he would be that ruthless punishing her.

Indeed, after Alan took a seat on the sofa, he bluntly said, “Come here.”

Olive's face brightened up. She knew that this man wouldn't stay angry at her. In fact, she could feel that he was happy with the child.

There was no need to hold himself back.

It was a woman's duty to have children. She wasn't that delicate. She wasn't afraid, what was there for him to be afraid of?

This man had nothing to fear in his life. This is probably his first time. That was because he really cared about her, fearing that she might get into accident. When Olive thought of this, her heart felt warm. Even his angry look became extremely lovely in her eyes.

What could be happier and touched than our own lover putting ourselves first than themselves? Olive walked up to him and before she could ask him whether he was still mad, he reached out to pull her onto his lap with her butt faced up.

She hadn't get to defend herself and a palm already landed firmly on her bottom that she yelped in pain.

"Why are you hitting me?”

“It's only a light hit.” Alan spanked again, forgetting to be gentle to her.

“It's obviously not, okay?”

Another two slaps. What a cruel man. Olive wanted to struggle away from the pain, but he held her tight that she couldn't turn over. She was like a fish on the chopping board, slaughtered.

Alan seemed to determine to punish her. Another and another, his palm landed sharper and louder than before.

Olive laid on his lap wriggling and upset. How embarrassed it would be if this spread out.

"Alan Hoyle, you hooligan.”

“You should find a new word,” he said through gritted teeth.

“It hurts. If you keep hitting me, you'll beat Little Hoyle until he’s gone. Honey, you're killing your own son,” Olive sobbed and squeezed out a few tears, wiping them on his pants.

These words made Alan halt at once and another slap didn’t come.

Feeling that his strength on restraining her had eased down. Olive struggled to escape. She got up and quickly took three steps back, hurriedly arranging her skirt. Her gaze was on guard on him, fearing that he would pounce on her again and spank her.

"Come here,” Alan said again.

“No. You'll hit me again. It hurts.” Olive was like a bullied child, rubbing her butt.

“You're not afraid of the pain from giving birth, but you're afraid of this little pain?” It wasn't that Alan didn’t know his strength. He knew himself how painful it was.

It wasn't that he didn’t know how to be gentle to her. He was going mad from this sudden news. This child was beyond his expectation. Other men were happy when they became father. But why did he have a mixed feeling of dilemma?

He actually knew that sometimes he thought too much. He hadn't been afraid of anything in his life. He also had experienced the most dangerous stuffs. Only with her, he never dared to be careless, even if it was just a little risk. The feeling of losing something and then regaining again was too precious.

Olive was stupefied by his words, then said some irrational things, “That's obviously two different things. It hurts my skin when you spank me, but giving birth is pain of happiness. I don't care. Little Hoyle is in my stomach already. You can’t abandon him. If you dare to, I'll... I'll ignore you.”

Olive really had no other trick, so she could only “threat’ him.

“You dare to ignore me?” Alan squinted his eyes. His gaze were filled with dangerous glint. He weighed on her words. It seemed that he wasn't as important as the child in her heart. “Come here or not?”

“I'll go if you don't hit me,” Olive negotiated.

"Okay. I won't hit you.” He had spanked her, if he did it again, he worried she would rebel.

“You can't scold me either.”

“Okay. I won't scold you.” It was useless for him to scold again. The child had already taken root. He could only blame himself for being careless.

"You can't not want Little Hoyle more. Abortion can hurt your wife's body. You can ask a doctor if you don't believe me. You don't want that either, do you?”

Alan didn't fail to see the sly light in her eyes. This girl actually had been scheming.

“Then shouldn't you explain first how did you hide this child?” This was the strangest question for him. Reasonably, he couldn't be that careless.

But his hundred ways to avoid it actually happened to him. It seemed that he was still a bit inferior in fighting against his girl.

“Didn“t you read the instruction? Those pills aren't 100% safe. You can’t blame me. If you want to blame someone, go to the manufacturer,” Olive secretly changed the notion.

But Alan wasn't easy to be fooled, “Don’t want to tell the truth?”

“I've said half the truth. It's you who interrupt me.”

“Then what's another half?"

“There was one time I secretly threw out the milk you gave me. I know you put the pill to prevent pregnancy in it,” Olive admitted honestly.

Right. Alan remembered. There was that one time. He gave her a milk, but she said it was hot and she would drink it later. She asked him to do something and when he turned around, he saw milk stain at the corner of her mouth and thought she had drunk it without a doubt.

He didn't know that his girl had been careful and had noticed his little movements. She even cheated behind his back.

It was him who being too careless, thinking that everything was under his control, but he didn't expect he would be interrupted by his girl's little scheming.

Thing had happened. What could he do now?

“Honey, don't be angry anymore, okay?” Olive jumped onto Alan and gave him a big bear hug. Her jump almost made Alan's heart jumped up to the sky. She was a pregnant woman, but she still carelessly played around. What should he do if he hadn't been able to catch her and she accidentally fell down? She knew how to make him worry the best.

“Fine, I'm not angry anymore because you say so.”

"You ever said as long as I don't leave you, I can do whatever I like to do. I'm following you with all my heart now and having little Hoyle with you is what I like to do. You can turn back from your words.”

Olive gagged his mouth with what he had ever said.

Alan was speechless, holding her butt to make her sit firmly on his lap.

Seeing that he no longer would spank her, her hands boldly creeped up onto his neck and hugged him close. She continued, “Honey, I know what you're worried about. You can rest assured. I assure you I'll give birth to little Hoyle safe and sound. You have a healthy wife. You have to have confidence in your wife, right?”

Apart from sighing helplessly, Alan was left to surrender, “You already have the final say. Is there still room for me to speak?”

He really had let her do things so easily and he even needed to treat her carefully now.

How great was this? In addition with the old lady and young lady, he had three ladies by his side. What a headache.

Seeing him sigh, Olive beamed with happiness and immediately gave him hard smooch on his cheek. “Honey, I love you to death.”

Alan said, “I'm happy enough if you don’t upset me to death.”

Olive laughed and said, “No way. You're my husband and the father of my two children. I'll be a widow and my children will have no father if you die. How pitiful.”

He knew she was distracting him out of topic. Alan asked, “Is your agreement with my mother has anything to do with this child?”

Olive nodded without denying. “Actually, I don't have losses at all. Before her, I have wanted to give you a little Hoyle. I just go with the flow to make her happy so she would stop arguing about Annie's last name. You don't have to think it's because of her pressure that makes me have this child. As a mother, it's normal for her to have that thought. Besides, Little Hoyle has settled in my belly before that.”

“I'm so done with you.”

“That's Olive Steele for you,” she laughed triumphantly.

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