Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

"All right, all right. Whatever you say. Oh, Sam said that something cup at work, so he went back to deal with it, and he will be back tomorrow." "I hope he doesn't cback. I'm not able to repay his help, and he's wasting his time." "But he did it of his free will, and we can't chase him off. What can you do about it?" Vera sighed.

"Vera." "What's wrong?" Vera walked out of the kitchen. The employee who was handling delivery orders called out to her. She pointed at an address and said, "A customer in this nightclub ordered ten portions of pasta, and wants us to deliver it to them." Ten portions of pasta? Vera was stunned for a moment. Such a big order? At a nightclub? Vera felt that it seemed a little dangerous just by looking at the delivery address. Perhaps it was because she didn't have much experience with places like this, and the unknown felt scary to her.

When she was hesitating, the employee said, "Why don't I deliver it? It's near my house, so it should be safe, and I know my way around there." Vera looked up at her and then shook her head with a smile. "I'm not letting you go. Stay and watch the delivery phone. Since my father isn't back yet, I'll go deliver it." Mabie was a little surprised when she heard that Vera was going to deliver a big order. Mabie asked in astonishment, "How are you going to carry all this food?" As she was speaking, Vera easily picked up the pasta and put them into a box, then carried it.

Her strength had been trained over time.

Only the people who were used to being taken care of would complain about being unable to carry things.

Vera had seen a lot of women who could barely open a bottle cap before they got married, but they were able to rip through their parcels with no issue, and they could even move quickly, carrying two children on them.

Therefore, women weren't physically weak; it just depended on whether they wanted to do it or not.

"Mom, it's okay. I'll be right back." At the nightclub.

When Vera entered with a box in her arms, she was stopped by the receptionist, who asked her why she was there. After Vera told the receptionist her identity, she looked at her with a little bit of disdain and spoke to her with little respect.

"Food delivery? Just go up in that elevator in the front." Vera wasn't bothered by the judgmental gaze as she would be out of here after she delivered the food.

As she was about to enter the elevator carrying the box, someone entered the club, and it was someone Vera knew. She was shocked because she hadn't expected to see him there.

The person was none other than Ernest, who ate at her restaurant recently.

Why was he here? Should she greet him? Would it be rude if she didn't greet him since she already saw him? As she thought of it, Vera took the initiative and said hi to Ernest.

Just as the receptionist saw this interaction, their face was filled with more disgust.

Ernest was here to look for someone, and he had someone with him; the two of them spoke in a low voice. It was only when the person with Ernest noticed Vera, that Ernest looked in Vera's direction after he told Ernest something.

When he saw Vera standing there with a box of food in her arms, Ernest was taken aback, but he quickly reacted. Then he stepped toward Vera.

"Mr. Lowell, what a coincidence." Vera smiled at him and the person beside him.

Ernest sized Vera up then smiled too.

"What a coincidence indeed. It's my first there, and I happen to run into you. You're here to deliver food?" "Yes." Vera nodded enthusiastically. "A customer ordered ten portions of pasta from our restaurant. Things are pretty busy back there, so I cto deliver myself." Hearing this, Ernest looked at Vera a few more times and thought that she was indeed hardworking. He quickly reacted and said, "How about I help you carry the food? Which floor are you heading to?" Seeing that he was about to cforward, Vera's face changed slightly. She took two steps back and said, "It's okay, I can handle it. Thank you, Mr. Lowell. I'm going to the sixth floor." "We are going to the sixth floor too. Shall we?" Upon hearing this, Vera nodded in a daze. "Okay." So Vera followed Ernest into the elevator. When they entered it, Ernest's friend really couldn't bear to see a petite girl carry such a huge box then said, "Lethelp you with it. It should be hard for a girl like you to carry such a heavy box." "It's really fine. I can carry it myself. Moreover, all I have to do is take the food out; then it'll be an empty box. It's all good." Although Ernest had only met Vera a few times, he could see that she was stubborn and did not like to take other people's advice. She always had her own way of thiwhen doing things and would not change her mind. She also hated to trouble people.

He could tell that no matter how his friend were to persuade her, Vera was not going to let him help her carry the box.

The elevator quickly reached the sixth floor. After walking out, Vera

checked for the room number; it turned out she was supposed to Qm head in the sdirection as them.

Aftena while, Vera found the room where she was supposed to deliver the food. "Mr. Lowell, I'll go send the food then." "Sure." Ernest lightly nodded and continued to move forward.

After that, Vera knocked on the door of the room. After the door opened, Ernest's cousin peeked into the room briefly.

"Hi, did you order food delivery service?" The man who opened the door had a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked vulgar. He sized Vera up, then moved away from the door.

"It wasn't me. It's my friends inside who ordered it. Bring it in."

"Okay." The man's gaze made Vera feel extremely uncomfortable, and she decided to leave as soon as she placed the food on the table. O M However, when Vera walked in, she realized that the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. The smell was pungent and nauseating. The room was full of men, and their eyes were all red from the alcohol. Most importantly, each of them were hugging women that were in revealing clothes.

With a glance, Vera realized that something was wrong. She quickly turned around and walked towards the exit with the box of food in her arms.

However, when she took two steps forward, she was stopped by the man with a cigarette in his mouth who had just opened the door.

"Hey? What are you doing? You haven't put down the food yet, and you want to leave? Are you here for delivery or not?" Vera pursed her lips and said with a worrying look, "I'm at the wrong address."

After saying that, she was going to om walk around him, but the man blocked her path again How could this be the wrong address? There's the non your box. Patrick, were you the one who ordered the pasta?" The man called Patrick laughed sneakily as he held a woman in his arms.

"What do you think? I told you the owner of this restaurant was a hot girl. Look at her small waist and slender legs. I wasn't lying, was I?" "Patrick, you have good taste. Con, girl. Letsee if the pasta tastes good today." Like RICH WOMEN? X These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW "Waming* these rich women will persue you.