Having cleaned the dishes, Olive Steele was mopping the floor, when Alan Hoyle walked into the
kitchen. She turned around suddenly and bumped Alan who then grunted as if in pain and held his
hands against his stomach.
Olive Steele saw that he didn't look right and dropped the mop quickly, "Are you hurt?"
While his entire body leaned over to her, which made Olive more anxious, "Where did you hurt?"
She was going to lift his clothes as she said.
Alan Hoyle, however, grabbed her and laughed lowly in her ear, "I’m just kidding."
Even though the stick hit him just now, he could not let himself get hurt. It warmed his heart to see her
tense for him.
Olive Steele swung a fist at his chest, "Grow up, you."
"Girl." Alan suddenly sighed long and hard, "Only when I'm holding you that I don't feel like I'm
dreaming."
"Ah..." Olive Steele's nose sore, hugged him back, and they snuggled together in silence until there
was a noise from the living room before they walked out of the kitchen together.
Chloe Malan limped to the water dispenser, gulping down a glass of warm water, then with red eyes
and gnashing teeth, she yelled, " Alan Hoyle, I hate you."
Olive's mother just happened to come out of the bedroom. She looked puzzled at the bizarre
atmosphere, "What is going on?"
Yet, like a deflated ball at the sound of this, Chloe eased up a bit, "Nothing, it’s fine."
Setting her glass down, she gave Alan Hoyle a hard stare and limped back to her room.
"Oh dear, " Olive's mother shook her head, “This kid has been like a powder keg recently."
Olive Steele bumped Alan Hoyle with her elbow, "Did you say something to her?"
Alan Hoyle smiled slightly, "Yeah, kind of. Just wake her up a little so I don't regret it until it's too late to
find out."
"Well, don’t mess things up," Olive Steele warned.
Alan Hoyle smiled, "Don't worry, honey, I won’t."
Olive's mother looked around the house and said, "I'm heading to your old man, go rest you two."
The house now seemed a little empty when this just the two of them staying in the living room. Olive
Steele stretched and sat down on the couch, patting her calves.
Alan Hoyle sat down next to her and massaged her legs lightly, "Your tired?"
"Yeah, I’m an old lady now, Alan." She said in a joking way.
In recent months, the car changed her fitness.
Back then, in order to save a little more money, no matter it was winding or raining, she never took a
taxi when could take a bus, and never took a bus when she could walk.
Alan Hoyle slapped her lightly on the belly, "Nonsense, you’re just an eighteen-year-old little girl to me."
"Is this sarcasm?" Olive Steele grabbed a small pillow and blindfolded him in the face. At the time she
was just joking about Hoyle and didn't think he could remember it even now.
Alan Hoyle lightly tossed the pillow aside and laughed, "For real, when you said that, I was thinking,
why is this woman so arrogant. She gotta be an extraordinary beauty so that I wouldn’t feel down."
Olive Steele raised one of her eyebrows, "So why did you come to me after that?"
"Because she turned out to be the lucky angel in my life, I would just take her, no matter how beautiful
or ugly she was."
"Smartass. You've got a mouth full of cajolery, no wonder my parents were impressed so quick." Olive
Steele pouted.
Alan Hoyle laughed, "That's what you get for being honest."
Well, she couldn't argue with that.
The strength of his fingers was just right, and she was so comfortable that her muscles were sighing
softly.
"I really doubt if you've studied professional massage." The technique was not far from that of a
professional.
"My mother’s health condition is not very well, and she gets tired easily, so sometimes I just give her a
squeeze, which I'm slowly getting the hang of..." Alan looked up and saw Olive Steele's face flashing
something complex. He knew that it was because his words touched the sensitive strings of her heart, ,
"My girl, don't worry, I won't let my mother be an obstacle between us. You need to trust me."
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