Chapter 207 “A rogue wife.”

Alan Hoyle caught her hand, “It seems that you have the strength to do one more time.”

Olive Steele quickly retreated, “Oh no, I'm tired and you could self-control for five years, so it's fine

to hold a short time.”

Olive Steele was clever and she knew how to deal with him but she forgot that Alan Hoyle was

cheeky in front of her. the bathtub was not very big so he pulled her back without striking a

blowing, “I forgot to tell you that everyone's self-control varies from person to person and I have a

eccentricity that I have no interests in other women but you who have made me horny for five years

and you have to make it up.”

Olive Steele hummed, “I didn't mean it.”

But her protest faded with his kiss and she said, “Alan Hoyle, I'll break with you if you touch me

again tonight.” Olive Steele lay on the bed and feebly resentful.

Alan Hoyle smiled triumphantly, “Really?”

Well, she would never break with him and then she ignored him.

Alan Hoyle was careful and he blew her a few strands of wet hair with a hairdryer even if she did not

wash her hair. He did not allow her to sleep when her hair was wet, which was harmful to her health

and could easily trigger migraines. His kindness dispelled her resentment of him. But she was really

tired and it seemed that something cold passed through her fingertips as she about to fall asleep

but she had no strength to open her eyes to see, only felt him holding her palm so warm. She had

been suffered from insomnia these years and often woke up with a start in the middle night but

Alan Hoyle always had a way to get her to sleep fast and not dream all night. As he said, making

love helped sleep, which was a fallacy. Every morning he was refreshed when he got up but she had

left an ache in her waist and back, which was like her body was reassembled and she just sat up but

fell down and beat the pillow, “Alan Hoyle, I'm GONNA kill you.”

“Oh no, you will be a widow if I die and no one can make you happy then.” Alan Hoyle smiled with

the nasal voice in the morning.

Olive Steele took a pillow to cover his face, “Stop laughing, such a rogue you are!”

Alan Hoyle took the pillow away and flirted with her, “Then you're the wife of rogue, Mrs. Hoyle, do

you still remember that it was you who tied up with me on this bed, which was very amorous.”

Thinking of it, Alan Hoyle was full of excitement and Olive Steele hit him with a pillow, “Stop talking

about it.”

“Well, but Mrs. Hoyle, you exposed my body by accident, are you teasing me?” he looked at her

smooth body and his eyes filled with desire.

“Lecher!” Olive Steele quickly drilled back into the quilt.

Alan Hoyle laughed, “Then you're a little lecher......"

“I'm not!”

“It was you who seduced me first five years ago.” Alan Hoyle smiled and reminded his Olive who

was not as wild as she used to be. She was passionate and wild at that time but now she became a

mother who was shy. Was it because that he regained his sight and made her restrained? Anyway,

he still loved her whatever the reason was and he would be happy as long as it was her.

“No, I didn't.” Olive Steele hummed and it was her who took the initiative to be with him but he

could not see anything at that time, which could not be said as a seduction. She was foolish in love

with him and got him back after losing him once.

Alan Hoyle caressed her back across the quilt and kissed her lips gently, “My cute Olive, I love you.”

“What time is the ticket? I want to sleep more.” His sweet words could always make her surrender

and became soft in heart.

He spoiled her, “Well, flying at noon and I'll call you for breakfast at ten.”

Seeing him getting out of the bed, Olive Steele asked, “Where are you going?”

He turned back and smiled, “Do you want me to sleep with you?”

"Oh no, leave me alone.” Olive Steele kicked him out and she could not get out of the bed if he

continued to sleep with her, let alone back to Luo city.

Olive Steele had fallen asleep when he washed out and she snored, which made him satisfied. Alan

Hoyle walked out quietly and went to the president office of the hotel. His arrival disturbed a pair

men and women behind the desk and the woman who had a charming face was scared to hide in

the arms of the man when she saw Alan Hoyle came in.

Alan Hoyle frowned and did not mean to leave, as if he had seen nothing and sat on the sofa next

to the small meeting room.

Kent was helpless to be disturbed and then he pushed the woman, “Get out.”