Chapter 277 The father of my child.

“Dad, don't mention the old history.”

Her father drank too much because though he could still talk, he was tongue-tied. Olive Steele was

going to stopped him from drinking again, but the old man of hers glared at her slightly, “Why not?

It's nothing ashamed. Besides, this man can learn how to value you after he knows all your tough

times. ”

“Don't Olive. I'm willing to listen.” Alan Hoyle needed to learn her history from the closet person of

hers.

Chloe Malan saw Olive was almost done eating, and she pulled her up, “Just let them drink. He’ not

going to eat your Alan alive. Come with me, we need to talk.”

Olive was dragged to the bedroom. The same second the door was closed, Olive saw Chloe

pounced, so she dodged to the other side of the bed in a hurry.

“I told you almost everything you wanted to know, what else do you want to talk with me?” Olive

asked.

“You tell me.” Chloe smirked.

“Well, I don’t know.” Olive was playing dumb.

“You don’t know? Olive Steele! If I didn't saw the news online, you would never tell me your little

secret!”

“No, I would! I told you when he came back I would confess everything to you guys. It was an

accident.” She did not expect things to go like this either.

"An accident?” Chloe narrowed her eyes slightly, “You never told me the man you brought back was

Alan Hoyle.”

"Yeah, I can't argue with that.” Olive shrugged, “Oh, by the way, what exactly did people say online?

I didn't have the chance to look at it. Wait a second, I'll take a look at it.”

“Cut it off.” Chloe rolled her eyes because she knew Olive was changing the subject.

“Please, mercy, my lady.” Olive clasped her hands toward Chloe, “It just happened.”

"How long?” Chloe was not going to let go of her easily.

“Not long.”

Chloe narrowed her eyes again.

“I'm not lying!" Olive explained at once, “Just count the date, girl. It happened on Valentine's Day,

and you know that.”

Counting, Chloe nodded her head, and Olive continued.

“I was on a business trip since then, but after I came back to discuss how I would confess it to my

parents with you, you just didn’t show up. Then he went to France for business and that led to the

situation right now.”

The sentence of discussing with her comforted Chloe a lot. She was being harassed by that stupid

kid, Yang Yu, back then, and thinking of the shit that almost crushed her in this morning, Chloe

realized she had a little secret as well, so she turned less aggressive and asked, “But didn't you tell

him that you were not the one he looked for? And didn't he went back to Jiangcheng?”

“Well, he never believed me. Alan knew the test of Annie was changed by Ophelia Meyer, and for

the further plan, he didn't force me to admit it at that time.”

"Oh dear, but Valentine's Day? Girl, he's good.”

At the same day, Ivy Aldington got all prepared and was going to gamble on it. The flower, the ring,

and the dinner in candlelight. All those things did not even pay him back with a chance to express

his feeling. Yet, on the other hand, no one could argue about the loyalty of Alan Hoyle. A man like

him was the perfect man women ever wanted.

Chloe sighed and threw herself on the bed, “So, no matter what, you're going to be with him in the

future?”

“Yeah,” Olive sat down on the bed as well, “I guess he’s my destiny.”

“Oh, girl, since when you started to believe that stuff.” Chloe gave a giggle, “In my opinion, you just

lost your mind under his sweet talk.”

She said that because even as an outsider, Chloe was touched a bit by that man, and not to mention

her friend here who went through all these things in person.

Olive did not deny it, “Chloe Malan, will you wish me happy?”

“You tell me,” Chloe rolled her eyes again, “You're my sister, dummy.”

Hearing her words, Olive giggled and reached her arms to Chloe who rolled herself to the other

side, “Blah, Get the hell off my face.”

Looking at her, Olive smiled, “Chloe, I love Alan, and I will keep loving him.”

"Yeah, everyone can see that. Just embrace the happy life of yours.” Chloe looked at the ceiling and

replied to her.

That was women. Women would live for love and die for love. For love, women dared to fly into the

flame like a moth, and for love, they are capable of being reborn in the fire like a phoenix.

She was glad that her best friend finally met her love and happiness after the suffering of five years,

while what about herself? She survived through love, hatred, and even pain but also lost the

courage to start all over again.