Chapter 372: Happiness Can't Only Depend on Waiting

"What on earth do you want?” Chloe was a little frustrated.

Aoba was cheeky to the end as he said, “Unless you let me be your boyfriend now, your husband in

the future, and the only man in your life from now on.”

The Hoyle's men were very possessive of their beloved women.

“You're simply a bandit.”

“I've played as gangster before. A bandit can add more fun.” His fingers gently rubbed her face.

"You..." Chloe couldn't say what she wanted to say. Why did some words sounded different in his

mouth?

There seemed to be more than one or two faint voices and footsteps in the corridor as if they were

approaching. Aoba drew close to her face and smiled. He said, “Stop stuttering. Life is too short. You

shouldn't waste it. If you don't agree, I will kiss you here until you agree.”

He knew that although this woman looked tough on the surface, she actually had a fragile heart.

She looked fearless at the sky, but she was actually as timid as a mouse sometimes.

Chloe didn’t want to perform a kiss show in front of people. Seeing that his lips were getting closer

shamelessly, she hurriedly blocked him with her hand. She glared at him, “You have to give me

some time to think.”

The best thing to do now was to quit.

But how could Aoba fail to see the scheme in her mind? “Woman, you gave me a perfunctory again.

So many days have passed and they're not enough for you to think?”

She said that he wasn't allowed to disturb her for a week, so he resisted not showing up in front of

her. He clearly missed her, but he didn't dare to make a phone call, not even sending a text

message, fearing it would anger her. When did Aoba Hoyle have ever been afraid of a woman? But

he was afraid of her. He was afraid that she would ignore her, afraid that she would really pull him

into the blacklist.

The accusing stare made Chloe felt guilty as she turned her head. “Isn't the seventh day hasn't

arrived yet?”

It turned out that she was just an ostrich. Even her excuse was so bad. She began to despise herself.

“Little fish, do you think by adding one more day and lessening one day will make me want to let go

of you?” His voice fell against her ear low and heavy. “Tomorrow night, I'll wait for you upstairs. No

more than twelve o'clock, or I will go downstairs and kidnap someone. You don’t want me to make

the Steele restless in the middle of the night, right?”

Chloe's eyes rounded and looked at him with hate, “Are you threatening me?”

Aoba innocently said, “I wouldn't dare. I just felt that love must be deep, heart must be hardened,

and happiness can’t only depend on waiting.”

Men in the Hoyle were obsessed with love once they were fixed.

He finally let go of her. He had waited for six days, what was there to be afraid of waiting for one

more day? No matter what her final decision was. He wanted her.

Chloe felt like she had fallen into a net he spread out. She wanted to break free, but the net turned

tighter and tighter, trapping her in it.

When she left the hospital, she was repeatedly asking herself. Were the angry words that she said to

the old witch were just some angry words?

She suddenly realized that she had lost her confidence when she confronted him at the beginning.

And she felt a little guilty.

The taxi driver look at her weirdly who was sitting on the back seat like a mad person. “Miss, what's

the matter?”

Chloe just realized that she was being weird, ruffling her own hair until her hair looked like a bird's

nest.

Stupid kid. Annoying brat. He disturbed her heart, messed up her soul. She really wanted to slap

herself in the face. An evil troublemaker.

While in the hospital, Alan returned to Olive's side. His wife still obediently sat there waiting for him.

Her sweat-soaked hair was air-dried at this moment and her bangs were scattered on her forehead

with a few strands covering her eyes.

Didn't know where such impressive strength came from her thin body and was able to carry his

mom, crossing the hundreds of meters of bridge crowded with people and vehicles. He felt really

sorry for her. The silly girl had to be exhausted as her eyelids were drooping.

However, when she heard footsteps, she raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were flashed

with bright colors and the smile on her lips was revealed, warming his heart just like that.

He walked to her and embraced her. “Does it hurt?”

“It's fine. Just a little sore on my legs and waist.” It felt like she had just run a 10 thousand meter

long run. Her whole body seemed to fall apart.

He kneaded her legs and squeezed her waist. His movements were gentle and appropriate. Olive

closed her eyes comfortably, and leaned deeper into his arms.

“Better?”

“Yup!” she replied in a low voice. And suddenly she felt as if she was leaping into the air. She was so

frightened that she hugged his neck, like a slot, hugging him tightly.

Alan looked at her and smiled. “Let's go home and sleep.”

"I can take a taxi and go back by myself. You'd better go to your mother.” No matter how bad her

relationship was with Mrs. Hoyle, a patient was still more important.

“It's okay. Aoba is there.” He would rather she was a bit selfish and be not be so reasonable. To have

such a wife was a blessing from him in his life.

Being carried all the way out of the hospital had attracted a lot of eyes. Olive calmly leaned in his

arms and looked up at him. Her man was really good-looking. The young nurses were all secretly

talking about him.

He put her in the car carefully and fastened her seatbelt. When passing a shoe store, he went in and

bought her a pair of soft cloth shoes.

Olive had small feet and wore size 36, but the pair he bought was size 37.

“It looks a bit big.”

Alan chuckled and said, “You don't see your pig feet swell like that? It will squeeze in your wound if

it's not bigger. Is it comfortable? You've heard what the nurse said. Don't touch the ground much

these past few days. I bought this shoes for you only for not wanting your feet felt cold. You don't

need to wear this.”

In April, although the cold was gone, but the chill was still there. He was being thorough of her in

every possible way.

Olive leaned her head on his shoulder, and softly said, “Honey, you make me rely on you more and

more. What should I do?”

“Do you still want to leave?” Alan snorted, expressing his dissatisfaction. He was her man. Wasn't he

for her to rely on? And she still said such stranger words. She really deserved to be beaten.

“I don’t want to.” She chuckled, stretching out her hands to hug his waist. “I will rely on you for the

rest of my life.”

“That's just about right.” His big palm gently fell on top of her hair and stroked it.

When the car arrived at their neighborhood, he carried her home. There was no one at home. The

windows were bright and clean. It was quiet.

He gently put her down on the couch. “Sit here for a moment. I'll get a basin of water and wash

your face.”

She grabbed him by the hem. “I want to take a shower.”

“The nurse said your feet shouldn't be in touch with water for two days.”

“Then won't I be stinky?” Her body was sweaty and stuck to her clothes. It was really uncomfortable.

She shook her hand and pleaded pitifully, acting cute. “Okay, okay. I take a shower but I won't clean

my legs. I'll be very very careful not to let my feet touch water.”

Alan couldn't win against her and reluctantly agreed. His hand reached out to flick her nose lightly.

“You. I can't do anything with you. Wait here. I'll turn on the water.”

Olive laughed happily, watching him enter the bathroom. Soon, she heard the sound of water

gurgling.

The bathtub at home wasn't big and could only fit in one person. The water was soon filled. He

walked out and carried her in. He put her on a chair first and reached out to undress her.

“I'll do it myself.”

"We're married. What's there to be shy of?”

“I'm not. I'm afraid someone will come home,” she quietly muttered. Even though they were a family

member, she would still be shy.