Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Sure enough, after these words, the bunch of employees who were gossiping turned silent. They looked at each other and did not dare to speak.

One of them even bowed to Mabie. "We're sorry, Mrs. Zais. We were just curious. We don't mean any harm. We won't gossip about it anymore after hearing your explanation." Mabie glanced at her. It was the new girl who joined the restaurant recently, and she was a hard worker. Mabie shook her hand and said, "Forget it. I'm not trying to blyou guys, but this is about my daughter's reputation, and it is disrespectful to Mr. Lowell's late wife. It is better that I explain it clearly so you would know about it." "I see, Mrs. Zais, it won't happen again." The others also nodded.

Mabie cleared the misunderstanding just like that.

In the private room upstairs, Vera served the pasta to Ernest. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Thank you." Vera returned a smile and said, "I'll leave you to it then." It was Ernest's first visit to the restaurant since its grand opening. He looked like he was hesitating when he entered the restaurant earlier. Perhaps this place had too many memories for him, memories between him and his wife. Therefore, he was struggling between wanting and not wanting to come.

Of course, these were merely Vera's guesses. In fact, she just assumed that Ernest was the kind of man who wouldn't want anyone else's company other than his late wife. Although she wanted to entertain him, she felt that it was better to give him his privacy.

Ten minutes later.

The delivery truck was here, and there were plenty of boxes in various sizes. Vera carried them into the restaurant by herself. Although other people were helping her, Vera was still the quickest. After a while, Vera saw an extra figure among the crew. Ernest had cdown from the second floor. She was shocked and asked, "Mr. Lowell, why are you down here?" Ernest was a strong man. Vera could only carry one box at a time, and she had to do a few trips, whereas Ernest could easily pick up a few boxes in one go.

Vera ran after him as she carried one of the boxes.

"Mr. Lowell, you're a guest, and you're technically my boss too. You should put these boxes down; I'll handle it." However, Ernest said indifferently, "It's no problem. I just happened to cacross this, so I thought I'd help out. You don't have to feel pressured. Also, when did I becyour boss? You opened this restaurant, and you payrent; it's perfectly reasonable." "Alright, but these boxes..." Vera wanted to say more, but Ernest insisted. She didn't persuade him further and could only quicken her pace. She also asked a few kitchen employees to cout to help so they could carry most of the things before Ernest did." Five minutes later, all the items were well received by the restaurant. Mabie poured Ernest a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Lowell. Have stea." Ernest had a sip of the tea and replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Zais. By the way, why don't you get a man to help out in the restaurant? Do you all always carry all these items by yourselves?" Before Vera could explain, Mabie said, "Well, usually Vera's dad would help out, but he had something to do today." "I see." Ernest glanced at Vera.

Although Vera was young and skinny, she was very efficient. Especially when she knew she couldn't persuade him to put down the boxes, she started moving really quickly and tried to finish the task all by herself.

She seemed vigorous and energetic.

No wonder the spiritless Quill would fall for her.

However, Ernest felt puzzled recently. He thought that Quill would make a move on Vera, but a few months Kad past yet Quill had never even been to her restaurant. Ernest asked him about his schedule, and apparently, he was working overtevery day.

It was already rare for him to fall for someone, yet he held it in for such a long time; he was truly an old virgin.

If possible, Ernest was more than willing to help his good friend. Unfortunately, Quill hadn't given him a chance to set him up. It was frustrating.

"Miss lais, you're not young anymore. Perhaps you should consider someone for long-term free labor." When Ernest spoke, he tapped the table lightly with his finger with a mysterious expression on his face. Vera was stunned for a moment, and then she instantly reacted. He meant getting a husband, isn't he? She moved her lips. "Mr. Lowell, I don't..." Unexpectedly, Mabie also realized the meaning of his words. She quickly interrupted Vera and asked, "Mr. Lowell, are you planning to be my daughter's matchmaker?" A matchmaker? He didn't expect that he, Ernest Lowell, would end up being a matchmaker one day. But if it was for his good friend, he was willing to give it a shot.

"In that case, I do have a friend who I can introduce to Miss Zais, but... he is much older." "Much older?" Mabie instantly thought of a middle-aged man who wasn't clean shaven, badly dressed and had a bad personality. Otherwise, why else would the man not be married at such an age? It was either the man was too rich, or he had overly high standards, or it could even be the man's personal issue.

But soon, Mabie quickly cto her senses. Ernest was much older, but he had a great presence; he was much more capable than most young men and he has a great temperament.

If the person was someone who Ernest knew, he probably wouldn't be too bad.

She had really overthought.

"He is much older. He has an odd temper, and he never had a girlfriend in his life."

"What? Never had a girlfriend in his life?" Mabie was shocked. How could it be possible? A man at such an age ΟΜ had never had a girlfriend? Could it be that he was suffering from swas hidden illness? "Yes." Ernest smiled as he nodded. "When most of our friends got married, he was still single. After so many years, I didn't expect him to remain the same." Vera, who was standing aside, had a rather strange expression.

"He is much older. He has an odd temper, and he never had a girlfriend in his life." Strangely, when she heard Ernest's description of his friend, a npopped up in her mind.

No, it couldn't be him. Ernest probably didn't know Quill.

Lately, as tpassed by, Vera had thought of Quiltless and less. She becextremely busy, she had to work tirelessly in the restaurant and experimented on new recipes after she got home. She even had to shop for ingredients and suppliers. Sometimes she was so exhausted that she would fall asleep immediately after a shower.

Occasionally, Quill would show up in her dreams.

It was when she woke up from her dream, with her pillow covered in tears, that she remembered she still loved Quill. But on normal days, she was able to hypnotize herself completely, thinking she no longer liked him. She didn't expect to think about Quill again from hearing Ernest describe a few characteristics of a person. "The man had been single for so many years. Could he be against marriage? Do you think Vera would be compatible?" Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.