"Just let it go. And you can let Ted Dulles manage this work." Alan Hoyle told Olive Steele.
"How about I take you as my teacher? Mr. Hoyle." Olive joked.
The wind blew through the branches, and the setting sunset on her body, reflecting her vivid expression
at the moment.
Alan could help to laugh, "you little monkey."
His naughty little wife could sweep away his tiredness of the day in a few words.
She was a little tired so they sat on the lawn.
"Darling, when we are old, I want to watch the sunset with you like this."
"Well."
"When I was tired, can you push a wheelchair for me?"
"Sure thing, I will be glad to do it for you."
"We have to live a long, long time."
"Of course."
They were chatting with each other, and suddenly there was an uncertain voice behind them.
"Alan?"
Norton Geve stared at Olive's head," What' wrong with you?"
"It was just a small accident." Olive stood up from the ground, patted the grass on her pants, and made
a face at Norton.
"Is it serious?" Norton examined Olive carefully.
"I'm fine. I also can walk, and did not missing arms and legs. I even remember you are my uncle." Olive
laughed.
"It seems that you are really fine and even joking with me." Norton was relieved.
"You are always said that being bored in the hospital. So I come to accompany you."
"Accompany me? You'd better go home as soon as possible."
Although Norton was angry on the surface, everyone knew that he was concerned about Olive.
Olive smiled, "you can rest assured that I must recover within three days."
"All right."
"Why you are here alone? Where's aunt?" Olive asked.
"She just called and said she had made food for me. She should be here now."
Speak of the devil.
Norton was used to eating with his wife, even in the hospital. Lory Ted went toward them with a big
lunch box. And she was also shocked to meet Olive in the hospital. Then she relieved after knowing
Olive was not serious. And she asked Olive and Alan, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"Nope, we can eat together."
Alan certainly agreed.
After they left, a man and a woman stood where they had just stood.
The woman said, "If you don't fight for it, that woman becomes a family with your parents. And you
have nothing."
It was also very rich to put the dishes on the table after being heated in the microwave oven.
Norton was in high spirits. "I haven't had such a lively meal for a long time. I've had a big appetite."
"Then you can eat a little more. You don't eat much at noon." Lori scooped him a bowl of soup.
"You should eat more, too." Alan brought vegetables to Olive.
After dinner, they played bridge with Norton until more than ten.
Olive always lost. Alan laughed that she was a stupid girl.
It was enough to have a smart husband. But the smart husband didn't always win.
When she returned to her ward, she swung her right arm. "Fortunately, it was not this hand that was
hurt. Otherwise, I had to learn how to hold chopsticks with my left hand."
"That doesn't matter. I feed you every day."
"It's nice to have you, dear." She leaned into his arms.
He kissed her. "Of course."
The nurse came to change the medicine for Olive. When she saw this love scene, she stood awkwardly
at the door.
"Come in, please," Alan said.
Changing drugs was the most important thing.
Olive blushed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
The nurse said, "You are just as affectionate as Mr. Geve and Mrs. Geve upstairs."
"You mean the 60-year-old Mr. Geve??"
"Yes, the only one upstairs is Mr. Geve. Lung cancer. Many people break down when they hear the
word. But Mr. Geve is always in a good mood and his wife accompanies him every day. I don't know if
they don't have children. I've never seen any other family visit him." The nurse said a little bit of a pity
tunnel.
Then the nurse went out to avoid disturbing their sweet time.
"Ellison Geve is going too far!" Olive was a little angry. Even though he was not their own child, they
were the people who had brought him up. How could he remain indifferent?
Alan comforted her. "Don't be angry. Or I'll take him out some other day and have him kowtow to his
parents."
"I was afraid he would make Uncle Geve angry." She could not understand how a kind couple raised a
son of a bitch.
"Well. I'll get you a basin of water and wash your feet."
"Okay." Her spirits suddenly sank.
He went to the bathroom, twisted a hot towel, wiped her face, and filled a bucket of hot water.
If Mrs. Hoyle had accepted her, life would have been perfect.
"Oh, darling. I love you."
"I love you, too." He fondly touched her head. "Do you want some fruit? Shall I peel an apple for you?"
"Okay."
He did it very well, very fast, and very carefully.
Olive praised, "Mr. Hoyle, I'll give you the task of peeling apples in the future. You've done a good job."
Alan cut it into small pieces and fed it to her. He said with a smile, "as long as you want to eat it, I'll peel
it for you."
After she finished eating the apple, Alan wiped her feet with a dry towel, poured the water, and took a
bath.
He had already brought his pajamas with him when he came to the hospital.
When he came out from the bathroom, Olive patted the bed, "Mr. Hoyle, I want you to hold me to
sleep."
"The bed is too small. I'm afraid I'll squeeze you."
He wanted to change to a better ward, but somehow the VIP rooms were full. He had to ask for an
independent ward, the rest was fine, but the bed was a little small.
"I can't sleep without your arms." She blinked at him.
That look made him surrender.
He kissed carefully, not too hard. "Good night."
If he kissed again, he was afraid that he couldn't help wanting her. It was just not right now
"I’m so sorry." She couldn't help him at the moment. She was sorry.
"When you're recovering, you'll pay me to double."
She leaned against his chest.
When she woke up, Alan was standing by the window to answer the phone.
The phone call was from Dave Harrod. He had found out the whereabouts of Ellison. Ellison was in a
sanatorium that Lory had found for him. However, there was no change. He stayed there peacefully.
Alan thought that the word "restless" was not suitable for Ellison.
But if it was him, and Ophelia Meyer strongly denied that there was evidence. So, who else?
Olive couldn't help asking curiously, "who?"
Alan turned back and said, "Work. Did you wake up? "
"What are you thinking?"
"I think a lot. Which one do you want to listen to first?"
Olive held out an arm at him. "I want to hear you say good morning."
"Good morning, my sweetie." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "The doctor will
examine you later."
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