Olive Steele felt that he was holding her hand tightly. A possessive men were sometime like children.
He was jealous while he knew that she didn’t mean that to Ivy Aldington. He declared his ownership
and it was awkward.
Stingy would always be stingy. If he was to be coveted by another woman, she wouldn’t be happy too.
She looked around the bar and saw no Dave Chou. Instead she saw Ivy Aldington sitting at the bar
chatting with a strange man.
“Ivy, aren’t you coming with Dave Chou?” she asked.
The man next to him turned around and smiled, “Little Sister, don’t you know me after I dress up a
little? You’re hurting my self-esteem.”
Olive Steele was stunned. Wasn’t it Dave Chou’s voice, “Where is your beard?”
Dave Chou’s most iconic feature was his unshaved beard which covered his entire chin and down
several centimeters long. He looked bold, like a Han tribe of the Northwest. This clean shaved man in
front of her looked handsome. His tan skin complimented his new features.
His eye and brows was his, but it was so different as if he was a different person.
“The beard.” Dave Chou touched his chin, “My woman shaved it for me. Am I handsome?”
Olive Steele rolled her eyes. What a narcissist.
It turned out that after leaving the restaurant the other day, he forcefully stuffed Xenia Boswell into his
car and took her to have fun all afternoon. However, she was not happy.
He threw Xenia Boswell on the bed and said sternly, “Don’t think that if Olive Steele marries Alan
Hoyle, Ivy Aldington will have a feeling to you. You have to be my woman all your life.”
That night, he was like a thirsty wolf, demanding several rounds from her. Until she begged for mercy
and cried pitifully, he finally fell asleep with a content heart.
But, when he woke up the next day, he found out that the woman was gone and his heard was badly
cut. It scattered around the bed. He was so upset he almost flipped the bed.
The worse thing was that his woman took a flight back to Hainan to hide under the protection her
brother. Dave Chou couldn’t fight back after being beaten. How could he fight his future brother-in-law?
Fortunately, he had a thick skin that he could stand the beating. He was beaten like a punching bag. He
was not allowed to fall down and bleed.
Finally, he won her back, but her brother still refused to talk to him. At the bar, they refused to sit with
him, they preferred to sit with the waiters. They really had no respect toward him.
He dared not use force against her again. The first time he was stabbed in the chest, the second time
his beard was shaved. He didn’t know what she was going to do for the third time.
From then on, he learned that he couldn’t offend this woman.
As long as she was willing to stay by his side, he would be fine. After wandering outside for so many
years, he finally wanted to settle down and have a stable home. He wanted to come home holding his
wife and children, just like Alan Hoyle today.
Although it looked strange for him, but he couldn’t help feeling jealous that Alan Hoyle had a wife and
daughter now, at once.
“President Hoyle, stop staring at me like that, okay? I will be very embarrassed if you keep staring at
me like that.” Dave Chou laughed.
Olive Steele wanted to throw up. Men were so narcissistic, women were not that bad, “You can talk. I’ll
be right there.”
She saw Aoba Hoyle sitting at the table closest to the stage and Chloe Malan was singing. It was a bit
uncomfortable to stand here. She used to be okay hanging out with Ivy Aldington and Chloe Malan.
However, since the confession, she felt rather embarrassed and slowly became avoidant. She couldn’t
respond to Ivy Aldington’s feelings and she didn’t want to show her feelings in front of him.
Alan Hoyle let go of her hand, “Don’t get wasted.”
Although he knew that she could hold her liquor, drinking too much was still a abd thing.
He took back his sight after watching her sitting down. Dave Chou smiled, “President Hoyle, why so
serious? Come on, lose yourself here.”
“Should I ask why you get a tight hold on Miss Bu? We’re men, we know stuff.” Alan Hoyle laughed and
glanced at Ivy Aldington.
Ivy Aldington acted like he didn’t see it, “Mr. Hoyle, would you fancy my muled wine?”
“I heard that waittingbar launched new wine every month. It seems that Mr. Aldington is good with
computer and winery at the same time.” said Alan Hoyle.
“I wouldn’t say I’m good at it, I’m just interested.” Ivy Aldington said casually.
“It will do you good in your career.” Alan Hoyle couldn’t help praising him, this time sincerely.
Ivy Aldington was low-key a hacker boss in the largest tech company in Asia. He didn’t show off, he
kept his talent secret, but what Alan Hoyle admired the most was his composure. Everywhere he went,
he looked like he was in his own bubble. If Kent Bai hadn’t told him who he was, he could hardly
believe that The Head of The Dark was so young.
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