Aoba smiled and said, "Relax, my sister-in-law. I'm just here to see my little niece. But I don't dare to
give her any meeting gifts for fear of causing troubles to you. I will make up when it's appropriate."
"Then what's the matter between you and Chloe Malan." Olive was very curious about how they knew
each other.
"This is a long story, but I have told my brother about it. If you want to know, you can ask him."
As soon as the elevator door opened, Aoba smiled and walked away.
It was the night, when the Steeles and Annie were asleep, and Chloe Malan had not returned from
work, Olive slipped out of the house quietly.
At this time, there were few pedestrians in the downtown area, and only in this feasting place, there
were still people partying. The whole city was half asleep.
The car crossed the street and finally drove into Minghu Villa.
When she said goodbye to him downstairs in the community, his disappointed expression made her
feel soft, which caused the scene that a woman rushing at midnight at this time.
\Well, although it was only seven days, she still thought it was a long period.
He gave her the key to the villa, so she went in smoothly. She wanted to give him a little surprise. She
looked up from downstairs and saw a house standing in the dark with no light.
Was he already asleep?
Also, it was late, and he had to catch a plane tomorrow.
With the light from the moonlight and street lamps, she went upstairs quietly, gently opened the
bedroom door, and turned on the lights. Surprisingly, he was not in the bed, and the quilt was the same
as she folded when she got up.
She went to the study, but there was still no one, so did the children's room.
It turned out that he never came back.
Olive was a little frustrated, "Damn Alan. It seems that I make it in vain.”
She originally wanted to give him a surprise, unexpectedly, what she got was disappointment. Where
did he go? How about calling him now? But it was already midnight.
After thinking about it, she gave up the idea. Maybe, he had fallen asleep elsewhere. After hesitating
for a while, she planned to go back and send him on the plane tomorrow.
Going downstairs with upset and passing by the living room, Olive suddenly found him sitting on the
sofa like a Dark spirit.
"Where did you come from." Olive was horrified, and even forgot that she hadn't turned on the light in
the living room before she went upstairs.
Alan looked at her coldly, "I have always been there."
From the moment her car entered the garden, he knew her coming. But he was at the second floor at
that time. His heart seemed to be hit by something at that time.
Olive thought that his gaze was very creepy, as if he was a little angry. The enthusiasm before was
frozen suddenly. Olive stood still, asking, “Haven’t you slept?”
Alan looked at her and asked, "What do you think?"
The lukewarm tone made Olive lose the mood to talk. It seemed that after a long time, she said in a
quiet way, "Um, I am sleepwalking, sleepwalking, huh, huh, good night."
She laughed stupidly, but her mind was lively. ‘Does he pretend to be cold? Okay, then have fun
together.”
With that thought, she walked to the door.
"My girl." Sure enough, Alan couldn't help but break the situation first and called behind her. She turned
around hesitantly and saw that he had stood up. He was chuckling and waved at her, "Come here."
"You come and hold me." Olive stretched out her hand, but didn't move.
Alan reluctantly walked over, held her fingers and led her upstairs. The night without her was really
long, and when she came, he could sleep peacefully.
Olive went to bed silently, and lay down next to him.
There was his smell on the quilt, a touch of cigarettes and a man's body smell. Although it was still cold
in spring, the fresh smell filled her breath like the wind of early summer.
Alan turned off the light and lay down, stretched out his hand around her head, swept her gently, and
hugged her in his arms.
"Why come here in the middle of the night."
"I miss you."
These words made him happy, and the corners of his lips rose in the darkness. Olive couldn't see his
eyebrows close at hand, she could only feel his warm breath gently stroking her eyebrows, like a
butterfly's light wings flapping.
He just hugged her, not as excited as before, breathing lightly and shallowly, as if he was about to fall
asleep like this.
"What time is your plane tomorrow?"
"You better not send me off."
"Huh?" She wondered. Originally, she thought that if she didn't send him off, he might be unhappy with
his temperament.
Alan suddenly turned on the bedside lamp with a smile hidden in his eyes. He stretched out his fingers
and raised her delicate chin. "If you are going, I might can't help pulling you to the plane to Paris with
me together."
"Oh." Then she better not go. She lowered her head, and took a bite on his index finger.
He chuckled, snorted, and slid his fingertips over her tongue teasingly.
"Your brother went to my house today." She suddenly remembered this.
"I know, he told me."
"How did he and Chloe meet?"
"Why don't you ask Chloe." As Aoba threw the question to him, he kicked the question to Olive.
"Well, anyway, you are all insiders, just keep me in the dark." Olive pursed, bent her body, and lowered
her head to his chest, and heard a powerful sound in his chest. It was his heartbeat.
Alan laughed lowly, "It seems that you are keeping more people in the dark. You are the master in this
aspect."
Olive kicked him in the quilt and snorted, "I will keep it secret. Just get anxious, man."
Alan closed his eyes slightly and rubbed his chin on her forehead. It didn't matter; he would come to
visit her family when he returned from Paris.
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