CHAPTER 214: INTRODUCE MYSELF TO MY SWEETIE

"I won't want to do the curse with my health, right?" Norton smiled as if he didn't care about his illness.

But how could Olive not feel that he was so anxious that he entrusted such a private matter to others?

"You asked me to go to Jinjiang on your behalf; you told me that your wife was hospitalized and needed care. It was you, you were in the hospital, right?"

Norton Geve did not deny it, "My wife did stay in the hospital for two days because of old weakness."

"Then, does she know you have cancer?"

"I haven't told her yet, keep it secret. I'm afraid she will feel sad. Fortunately, God also gave me a little time to arrange these things." Norton Geve sighed.

The atmosphere was so heavy, and Olive didn't know how she came back to the office later. Although Norton Geve wasn't her family member, they knew each other for some time, not to mention that Norton Geve had helped her before.

The busy work in the afternoon made her think about nothing more. Olive turned like a gyro. Until Alan's call to her, her tight body leaned on the chair, she rubbed her temples, and the soft voice came from the other side.

"Honey, should we pick up our treasure after school." When he came in the morning, Alan had already planned to let Olive called his future parents-in-law, saying that she would take Annie home in the afternoon. Alan had to establish a close father-daughter relationship with his daughter before being swept out of the house by the two Olive's parents.

Olive slightly raised her lips, "Are you coming to pick me up first?"

"Of course, I'm now at the hotel's door, just waiting for you to throw me into my warm embrace."

"Hahaha, wait ten minutes for me."

Olive was trapped by some things again; she was late for more than half an hour before coming out.

Alan was not impatient; he's leaning quietly on the car door. It was about the sunset; the sunshine dragged out a long shadow. His handsome face was with Ambilight, like a cigarette plated, burning at the fingertips, and the smoke disappeared in the breeze. His smoking pose was elegant and extraordinary. His temperament was so charming, causing the passing women to look back at him.

Olive saw a woman approaching him from far, seeming to ask for Alan's contact information, but he was indifferently rejected. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

When the woman left unwillingly, Olive came to him and smiled, "Mr. Hoyle, you are good luck in adventures with women."

Alan took her hand and printed a kiss on the back of her hand, "Mrs. Hoyle, my good luck is only for you."

In this weather, there were already signs of warming up, but Olive shuddered violently and hurried into the car, lest he spoke something disgusting more.

The car galloped on the street, looking at the city passing by the window, and thinking of Norton; Olive sighed softly.

Alan stretched out a palm and touched her hair. "What's wrong? It seems a bit sullen. Wouldn't you want me to see my daughter."

Of course not. She just thought of Norton Geve, "Alan, tell me, how can a person who is so decent, suddenly get terminally ill?"

Alan was so smart; just after she had spoken, he knew who she was referring to, "Isn't there an old saying that dying is as natural as living? Norton Geve doesn't worry about that, what are you doing here? Besides, it is improving year by year with the current medical technique; maybe by that time, he may be cured."

But after all, these were just words of comfort, and Olive asked again, "Can you get his daughter back for him?"

She looked at him hopefully and fulfilled the wish of a dying older man. In her view, it was a matter of great merit.

Alan flicked his finger on the steering wheel a few times and said, "The people who adopted her left the name. At least so far, if I want to look for such a person, I have never failed before. But you are the exception. For five years, you escaped so many times from me."

His tone was with some grievances as if accusing her cruelty and stubbornness, making Olive guilty. She seemed to owe him a lot. With that, she dared not mention leaving him anymore; and Olive was reluctant to leave. So affectionate man, how can she find another one?

Not everyone can replace him. There was a person in this world that was unique.

"It's all about the old matters, why do you talk about it again?" Olive twisted it on his arm. "I didn't mean it, don't threaten me."

How could she not understand another meaning in his words, it was to warn her that even if she escaped to the end of the world, Alan could find her.

Well, she was successfully "threatened" by him.

Alan was hit by her firmly and did not dodge. He twisted his expression because of the pain; then, Olive let him go.

"Hey, tell me, when the daughter sees me if she still remembers me?" Alan changed the topic and talked about his sweetheart daughter; his eyes narrowed into a crescent moon.

"She's just a little baby, it's been a few months, how could she remember so many things." Olive was not too optimistic about the matter.