Olive Steele’s parents looked at each other and found compliments in both eyes. As for their views, a
wealthy man like Alan Hoyle could be peremptory, but he was able to take the household duties from
their daughter willingly and the food he cooked did is delicious, which meant that he was a good
husband.
Money was not the only issue for marriage.
Alan was enthusiastic as if he was at his own home, “Bon appetit, everyone!”
Chloe Malan mumbled, “Ass kisser.”
While Olive’s parents did assume Alan was playing up to them at all. For his status and power, there
was no need for him to do such things. He loved their daughter which made these things natural.
“You cook a lot, Alan?” The sense of distance was broken a lot when Olive’s father called him Alan.
He smiled to reply, “Kind of. I usually cooked when I was tired of work. It’s both an exercise and
enjoyment for me.”
“So, you mean Olive won’t be stuck in the kitchen after the marriage?” Chloe narrowed her eyes
slightly.
Almost every ordinary girl married into the rich and powerful family was required to be a housewife,
which was a hidden rule.
Back then, she was asked to stay at home to be a housewife as well. That made her useless after the
divorce. Without the encouragement and help of her friends, Chloe might never survive that hardship.
She did not want Olive to go through this, too.
“Just eat your food.” Olive kicked her slightly under the table.
“Oh, you little...” Chloe rubbed her forehead, “I’m trying to help!”
“She can always cook if she wants to, but that’s never a woman’s responsibility. ”Alan was still smiling,
“And it’s never a taboo for a woman to work hard, too. I mean, Olive’s doing fine in Angel, though I
don’t want her to be tired.”
Even Chloe now could not find something in his theory to attack him.
The dinner went much better than lunch.
Annie was looking at the zoo in her plate, hesitating.
“What’s up, sweetheart?” Alan asked her.
“Ah, it’s all your fault,” Annie dropped her chopsticks on the table, “They are all too beautiful to be
eaten!”
Putting the chopstick back to her hands, Alan could not help laughing, “It’s okay. Daddy can always
cook for you if you like.”
“For real?” Annie raised her little head to Alan with twinkling eyes.
“Well, of course, sweetheart.”
“Anytime?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Hooray!” The little girl was going to eat but then stopped again, “Then tomorrow, I want you to cook for
me so that I can take them to kindergarten!”
“You got it.” Alan looked at her, smiling.
Seeing this, Olive was pleased.
After the dinner, Annie took out a goban and gave an order to Alan like a little princess, “You, play with
me.”
“Go, huh?” Alan looked at her interestingly.
It looked like keeping his daughter here was the right thing to do. For a smart and lively girl like Annie,
life in the Hoyle family could be a restraint to her character and talent.
While he was playing, his assistant called in.
Olive who was watching knew he was going to deal something, “What’s up?”
Putting the phone back, Alan said: “Nothing urgent, it can wait for the game to be finished.”
At last, the father and daughter had a drawn game under Alan’s manipulation.
“No, it doesn’t count! You didn’t use your full strength! Let’s do it again!” Annie exposed his thought
right away.
Alan smiled, “Alright, but we’re gonna have to do it on another day. Oh, I’ll take your lunch here
tomorrow, okay?”
“I’ll be waiting!” Annie stared at him with big eyes.
Patting on the little head of hers, Alan said his goodbye to Olive’s parents.
“Olive, walk with Alan.” Her parent spoke.
While Chloe twitched her mouth, “He isn’t a three-year-old child, is he? Just kick him out of the door.”
“Oh, wait till you get a boyfriend.” Olive punched her slightly.
Speaking of that, Olive could not help but wonder when Chloe’s destiny would come. By the time she
found the one, all her family's lives would be perfect.
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