Chapter 312 Making mischief.

Well, she couldn't refute him. She even liked the way he scolded her. Although he had a serious

face, she still felt happiness and sweetness. Therefore, for his sake, even if his mother would come to

get even with her and make things difficult for her, she would try her best to be nice to his mother.

She would not say harsh words to his mother. After all, it was his mother. Although what she did

had gone too far, she did it for her son's good.

"All right, that's our Mom." Olive Steele smiled. "It's getting late. Let's go back."

Alan Hoyle said, "I have let Aoba to tell your parents that we don't go back at noon."

Olive Steele said confusedly, "When did you say to Aoba? Why don't I know?"

When they were talking on the phone, she was listening. She only heard that he asked Aoba Hoyle

to help with some heavy work. He didn't say they wouldn't go back at noon.

Alan Hoyle said, "When you tried on the clothes, I gave him another call. As you might guess, this

boy had fight with Chloe Malan again."

Olive Steele imagined the scene that Aoba Hoyle endured the harsh words of Chloe Malan. Aoba

had always been sought after among women and been arrogant. When had he ever been treated

like this? But he actually endured it. Whether it was due to have a desire to conquer Chloe after

being rejected, or he had already known his true feeling? Olive didn't know at present.

She hoped it was the latter.

She didn't want her best friend to be alone when she got the happiness. What's more, she didn't

want Chloe Malan to be hurt by feelings again. So, Aoba Hoyle, he would better be serious this time.

Alan Hoyle looked at her tangled expression, knowing that she was thinking about Chloe Malan

again. He couldn't help but smile, "Look at your two eyebrows, they're ugly when you frown. Don't

worry. I promise that Aoba is serious this time.”

"You are not him, nor are you the mind reader.” Olive Steele muttered to herself.

Alan Hoyle knocked her on her head, "You don't believe your husband?"

Olive Steele touched her head. It didn't hurt at all. He didn't use much strength, "Why hit me? It's

you who told me that your brother is a playboy. It's not me that I have to think badly of him. I'm just

a little worried. You also know that Chloe Malan has been hurt by feelings.”

"So, it's still a question whether Aoba can let her be with him. You don't have to worry about them.

Chloe Malan is an adult and knows what she’s doing. Her past emotional injuries make her more

aware of what she wants. What if she doesn't like Aoba, it's useless no matter how Aoba to chase

after her.” He hoped that Chloe Malan could make his fickle-minded brother change.

Chloe Malan worked in the bar. Sometimes she looked a little bit coquettish and a little aggressive.

What's more she had a flamboyant personality, but she was better than those hypocritical women.

Alan didn't care about women's family background. Divorce was not the point, either. Because he

didn't care about those, although he experienced all the hardship, he could be with his beloved. He

didn't oppose Aoba to pursue Chloe Malan, either.

Olive Steele thought for a while. What he said was right. Chloe Malan was now resisting Aoba Hoyle

at all. They were just like enemies in a previous life.

Olive just didn't know if they could have a happy ending.

Olive sighed slightly. Everyone had his own way to go. She couldn't replace Chloe Malan to choose,

so let nature take its course. With such an affectionate elder brother like Alan Hoyle, Aoba Hoyle

might be serious this time.

"Well, what you said makes sense anyway."

"All right. Today is a good day for us. Don't think about others." Alan Hoyle reminded her not to ruin

the beautiful day. He opened the car door to let her and daughter sit in first. Then it was him.

"If we don't go home, where are we going?" Olive Steele asked.

Annie jumped up slightly and said loudly, "I know."

Alan Hoyle smiled, "Baby, tell me, where to go?"

"Candlelight dinner.”

"Why?" Alan Hoyle teased Annie.

"I saw it from the TV. Roses, rings, wine, candlelight, violin..." The little girl said and grinned, "But it's

not night now."

The little girl said deliberately. Alan Hoyle held the steering wheel in one hand and touched her hair

with the other hand. "The main thing is, there is a third wheel here?"

"I'm not." Annie touched her head and plunged herself into Olive Steele's arms, pretending to be

wronged, "Mommy, he dislikes me. We ignore him, Okay?"

"Baby, don't make mischief." Alan Hoyle found that he couldn't use the way adults thought of

children to talk to his daughter. His daughter was precocious and different from ordinary children.

She was very bright. She was especially naughty and a little bit mischievous, so that he had mixed

feelings.

Last time, when she was in the martial arts gym, she climbed up such a high roof. Even if adults

would feel a little scared on such a high roof, she actually ate an ice cream on it leisurely.

Fortunately, Olive Steele didn’t see her. Otherwise, Olive would be scared by her. But this little girl

was actually well-behaved in front of Olive Steele and her grandparents.

"Uncle, what is the meaning of making mischief? Is this an idiom?" Annie bite her little finger, tilted

her head, and opened her innocent big eyes wide.