Chapter 54: Gvie You Three Chances

When Alan saw her hesitation, he kept asking, "Why?"

"Because I hate having an employer who is addicted to harassing me

and lets me go to the wolf's nest in the name of promotion,” he said.

"You can be my woman. I will give you gold or sliver nest. I can meet all

your requirements, wealth, social status and freedom, and all my

resources. But you can not betray me, or leave me." He also used his

unique calmness, which seemed to control everything, to tempt slowly.

What a tempting condition. Olive just felt a little sad. When did he

become that? Or did she understand him?"

"Mr, Hoyle, don't forget that you are a man with a fiancee. I am not

interested in becoming your lover. Being a junior is to be poked in the

back. You have the capital to make women infatuate. But my mother

told me from an early age that east or west, home is the best. As a

mistress in a love nest, has never come to a good end. I don't want to

be so disgraced.”

Her answer did not make him feel too much unexpected. If she was too

easy to be seduced by material things, he had bad taste.

He was even grateful for her refusal, at least he could comfort himself

that she was not such a superficial woman.

People were really contradictory. Their thoughts couldn't stand to think

carefully.

If thinking further, to put it bluntly, he was afraid to face that Olive was

not the one he wanted to find.

After so many years of search, there was no news or trace. He even

doubted the existence of the girl who had been chattering in his ears.

Or it was a wrong memory after his car accident.

Just when he was at a loss, she appeared, like a bright light, cutting

through the fog layers in front of him.

Alan was silent for a while and said softly, "It doesn't matter. I won't

force you. You can think about it again. I'm waiting for you changing

your mind at any time."

He spoke sincerely. Olive was a little dumb. She shook her head in

silence, and laughed, "Mr. Hoyle, this is the end of the joke. Is it time to

go to dinner?”

She didn't care what kind of host was here, what kind of banquet was

held and what kind of people were present. All in all, people, in the

political and business circles, under a certain name, were acting in an

unspoken way with each other. But she never thought she would meet

Ivy here.

In the banquet hall, the lights were bright, the clothes were fragrant,

the ladies were beautiful and graceful and the music was soft. Only

when you entered the banquet hall, you would know that it was the

engagement banquet of the host's son.

Alan did not intend to introduce her to others, so she was willing to be

quiet. She just took his arm cleverly, kept a decent smile, and made a

qualified foil. She met the host with congratulations, and then turned

around with him between people who wore sincere or hypocritical

faces.

This was his social circle now. Everyone who saw him showed some

respect, while they looked at her with some vague color. Occasionally.

There were someone who liked gossips pretending to ask him

inadvertently, "Who is this lady?"

Olive always answered before he replayed, "Assistant only.”

Alan frowned slightly because she intended to disentangle him. She

pretended to ignore his feelings.

Five years later, he was still as arrogant as he was when she first met

him. Even if he wanted to keep a low profile, he could not resist the

attention of the audience. But she was no longer the young and naive

woman who dared love and hate.

Time was indeed an invisible pig-killing knife to make she become

different.

"Are you tired?" Alan seemed to be considerate to ask during the spare

time.

"I am fine." Olive answered faintly.

"Take a rest first, and I'll have to meet some old friends."

"OK." Olive agreed quickly. In his eyes, Olive ran faster than a rabbit.

Was it so hard for her to accompany him?Alan was somewhat unhappy.

Olive put down the glass in her hand, and pushed open the door of the

balcony. The wind in the evening blew through her skin with some

coolness. She stood beside a cluster of green plants. Her hands resting

on the railings at will. Her legs slightly bent. Her toes touching the

ground and shaking gently. She wore a pair of high-heeled shoes for a

long time. Her heels were hurt, but the winter in here was very

comfortable.

Hands, quietly blindfolded her eyes. A strange voice sounded in her

ears, "Guess who I am?"

Olive couldn't guess who it is. In this strange city, she had no

acquaintances, or no kind of friends who can play guessing games with

her. So she tentatively said, "I'm sorry, are you mistaken?"

The man behind him laughed with restraint. "I can't mistake you, Miss

Steele. You come from Luo city. You have a daughter named Annie. The

best friend is Chloe, who works in Hengdu."

Olive was so surprised. He knew a lot about her. Who was he? It was

better not to be heard what he said just now by Alan. But she couldn't

recognized him from his voice alone.

"Who? Don't make fun of it. I'm not a fairy. I can't guess.” She simply

surrendered.

"Give you three chances.”

"Even you give me thirty chances and I couldn't guess who you are.”