Chapter 500: I Want to Bite You

The next day, Olive saw from the mirror’s reflection that her neck was full of hickeys. The weather

outside was hot and there was no way she would go out wearing a high color top or a scarf.

She screamed furiously, “Alan Hoyle, you bastard!”

Alan rushed in and asked innocently, “What's wrong, honey?”

Olive pointed at her own neck, “Look at what you've done. How can I go out to work like this?"

“It's weekend today. You can just not go,” Alan reminded her.

“I've just come home from Jiangcheng two days. A lot of works are waiting for me.”

“The hotel isn't yours anyway. Why do you work so hard?” Alan said deliberately. He wanted to see

her reaction.

“I've made a promise and I've to do it well. Not to mention, I have 10% of their shares.”

That was her reason. Every time she avoided the importance and responded lightly. Others might

see it to be reasonable, but he knew that that was only one of the reasons.

Alan smiled and said, “How about I give you half of my company's shares, will you work for me?”

“Are you lack of people?” Olive rolled her eyes at him. Now, she was anxious for the red marks on

her neck, yet he still could make a joke. She really wanted to burst his head. “Hurry up and think of a

way for me. This is all your fault.”

"How can it be all my fault? My body has several of your bite marks too and they're still hurting. You

must've been a tiger in your past life. You have such sharp teeth. Look at this,” said Alan and opened

up the buttons of his shirt. And surely, there were several teeth marks on his chest.

But she didn't seem to remember. Besides, his could still be covered, but hers couldn't.

"Oh, stop it. I should have bite your face instead and see how you'll go out to meet people.”

"How about you bite me now?” He really put his face in front of her.

He really thought that she wouldn't dare to bite him. Olive squeezed his face and put his soft part

into her mouth.

"Close your eyes.”

Alan jumped away from her, “You seriously want to bite.”

“If not?” Olive snorted with her hands on her waist.

"How can you just bite just because you say so? No way.” Alan said and wanted to run away.

Olive naturally chased after him, “Stop there.”

“If you can catch me, I'll let you bite me.”

The two were making a chaos in the house. Fortunately, no one was at home or they would have

shaken their heads watching them. They were parents, but still acted like children.

Olive chased after she was out of breath. Several times she was about to catch him, but he could still

slip away from her. Her legs cramped and she stopped chasing. She sat on the sofa in the living

room and glared at him.

Alan laughed proudly, “Tired? Ill make something for you to eat.”

“I don't want to.”

“That's not good. You'll break my heart if you starve.” Alan turned to the kitchen. He prepared a

bowl of egg, shredded pork noodle covered with a few green vegetables.

Women loved to play tricks. So, Olive sat there, staring at TV without looking at him. “Let me bite

you and I'll eat.”

“Do you really want to bite me?” Alan stared at his angry wife amused.

"Of course. If you don't let me to, I can’t calm down.”

“Do you have the heart to do so?” Alan lightly raised his eyebrows.

"You have the heart to bite me so many times and I only bite you once. If you don't let me bite you,

I won't eat and will starve your wife to death,” Olive threatened.

She was his wife. Alan held back his laugh and pretended to be sad. “Oh, fine. For the sake of my

wife's belly, I'll reluctantly let you bite me. But, you have to be more merciful. You don’t want your

husband's face to be ruined, right?”

After she was allowed to, Olive turned happy. She laughed happily and reached out to pat his

handsome face.

“Lower your head. You're so tall and I can't reach you.”

Alan simply sat down on a chair. “Now you can, right?"

“This is okay.” Olive murmured and ordered him, “Close your eyes. You can't peek.”

"Which part of you that I've never seen?”

Olive stretched out her two fingers, making a poking his eyes gesture. “Hurry up. Close them.”

Woman was indeed a creature who couldn't be offended. Alan hopelessly closed his eyes. Her

slender fingers touched his face for a moment, as if looking for the most suitable part of meat.

Alan thought of an angry tigress. But why did the pain fall on his arm? It hurt so much that he

couldn't help but gasped.

He opened his eyes and saw the woman's triumphant smirk.

"Has your anger gone?” He was really helpless towards her. The ancient said that women and villains

were the most difficult to deal with. It seemed that it made sense now.

Olive snorted, turned and left.

Alan said from behind her, “I've let you bite me. You can't starve my wife to death.

“Going to brush my teeth,” her voice came from the bathroom.

At the same time, his phone rang and it was from an unknown number, but Alan knew the number.

He smiled and answered the phone.

"Why are you calling me?”

“I heard that you guys have been back for two three days. How about hanging out at the bar

tonight?”

“Sure. What time?”

"Half past seven. See you later.”

Olive came out from the bathroom and asked him, “Who is it?"

“Ivy. He said he wants to meet us tonight.”

She pointed at the red marks on her neck, “How can I meet people with my neck like this? Next

time, you can bite anywhere but my neck. Those who bite neck are called vampire.”

“Don’t worry. Eat your noodle. I have an idea for you so you can go out tonight.” He couldn't let his

wife be the object of others’ jokes, right?

"What idea?” Olive asked curiously.

“Secret.” Alan pretended to be mysterious

“Annoying,” Olive replied him.

But, she didn’t talk much anymore because he had an idea.

In this world, there was a national quintessence called cheongsam. Cheongsam could show off the

graceful and intellectual beauty of a woman, as well as set off the sexy and charming style of a

woman.

It was normal to wear cheongsam in summer and no one would think it was weird

In the evening, Alan asked someone to send it to her. It was a blue short cheongsam. It not only

covered the marks on her neck, but also showed off her slender legs and accentuated her

enchanting beautiful figure and fair skin.

After she dressed up and walked out of the bedroom, Annie couldn't help but wowed.

“Mommy, you're too beautiful.”

Alan already knew that his wife looked good in everything, but when she walked out, he was still

amazed. He was even a little unwilling to show his beautiful wife to other men.

Olive's parents smiled from ear to ear, “Beautiful. So beautiful.”

Annie shook Alan's hand and said, “Dad, you only ask people to make beautiful clothes for mommy,

but not for me.”

"Huh? You're even jealous of your mommy.” Alan nudged her little nose and smiled.

“I'm not. I just like the cheongsam.” Everyone loved something beautiful. It wasn't her fault. She

acted cute for him, “Dad, will you find someone to make me one too?”

“Certainly. I've asked someone to do it and there's a dress too. How about wearing it when mommy

and I take wedding photos in a few days?”

“Sure!” Annie jumped happily.

Alan took his wife's hand and touched his daughter's head. “Listen to your grandparents at home.

Mommy and dad will come home later.”

Annie imitated an adult's tone, “I know. You guys want to go on a date and live in your own world. I

won't bother you.”

“Brat.” Alan reached out to pull her ear.

Feeling danger, the little girl ran behind Mr. Steele in a hurry, revealing an evil smile. She stretched

out her five fingers and made a grabbing motion, “Bye bye.”

Alan smirked, “Wait and see when I come back, you brat.”

Annie grimaced, “I'll be asleep already when you guys come home. Disturbing someone's sleep is

tantamount to rob one’s wealth and life.”

The little devil was pretty skilled in an argument. Seeing that it was getting late, he didn't bother to

argue more with her.

When they arrived at the waittingbar, as expected, Olives appearance attracted a lot of eyes.

When the bartender saw them, he greeted them warmly, “Olive, Mr. Hoyle, you're here. Boss and

Dave are waiting for you at the usual place.”

Women sitting in front of the bar called at her, “Hey, pretty, where did you buy this dress?”

“You have to ask my husband. I also got dragged here at the moment I put it on,” Olive said with a

smile. She didn’t seem to notice that she had become an eye-catching object by accident.

Alan didn't like his wife being watched by different men. He answered the question coldly, “There's

only this one piece.”