Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

In the antechamber, it was silent as the door was pushed open. The sun was warm on the winter day as it shone in from the window into the room. Vera rested quietly on the sofa with her down jacket over her body. She was probably freezing as she rolled herself into a ball.

This was the scene Quill saw when he walked in.

His legs had always been too long for the sofa, but it fit Vera's height well; it made her seem even tinier than she was.

Quill didn't expect that she would fall asleep in the antechamber.

Before he came, he thought that Vera would've left due to impatience. After all, he was already surprised she would suddenly visit his office.

Because after he sent Vera hthe other night, it was clear that she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

He had always been a cold person. So, even though he had felt something for her, he was able to control his emotions very well. Especially after she told him that she was going to give up on him. If staying far away from him would make her happy, he would be okay with it.

This was because many of his emotions were beyond his expectations.

Unconsciously, Quill moved closer and closer toward Vera. He ended up squatting down in front of her and observed her sleeping face. There was something different in his gaze this time.

Just as Vera was in a deep sleep, she suddenly felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at her. It felt intense, and she instinctively opened her eyes.

Quill had moved toward her unknowingly, and now that she suddenly opened her eyes, he had no tto diverge. Moreover, if he did, it would seem like he was hiding something. Therefore he chose to stay in place. Their eyes met almost in an instant. As Vera had just woken up, her gaze was still blurry. When she saw Quill's face in front of her, her heart skipped a beat, and she becwide awake. She sat up from the sofa; her jacket fell onto the ground.

"You... You... Why are you here?" Due to her nervousness, she started stammering. She blushed as she looked at Quill. She adjusted her hair frantically and said, "I... I think I overslept." She had only wanted to take a short nap, but she didn't expect to fall into a deep sleep.

Quill opened his mouth faintly.

"Don't sleep in the antechamber next time." Vera didn't reply to him.

He probably despised her for sleeping here and affecting his company's image, wasn't he? Since it was a VIP antechamber and she wasn't a VIP.

Thinking of this, Vera could only bite her lower lip awkwardly. "Sorry, I..." She was about to say that she hadn't meant to do it, but Quill added.

"It's winter now; you might catch a cold if you sleep here. If you want to sleep, you can go to the lounge." Just as Vera was about to pack her things and stand up, she stopped her actions when she heard these words. After which, she raised her head and looked at Quill in surprise. She didn't know how to continue the conversation, and she also didn't dare to look into Quill's eyes. Her gaze floated around the room and landed on the bag on the table.

It was the pasta she brought for Quill. She was hoping to ease the tension by giving him spasta. "Didn't you askto send you food? I brought you this, it's..." Before she could finish, Quill suddenly moved close to her. Vera froze in place and looked at him with her eyes wide open. "What... what is it?" "Have your wounds healed?" His gaze was fixed on the cheek that was swollen previously. Vera took a step back unconsciously and nodded, "Yes, it's all healed." "What about your leg? Is it healed too?" Inexplicably, Vera felt that he was questioning her like he didn't believe her words. Then, she nodded dryly in admission.

"Yeah." "It's healed?" Vera did not dare to answer, so she looked away guiltily. In fact, her leg still ached when she walked, but it was not as painful as it was on the day of the incident; it was much more bearable now.

"Looks like it's not fully healed then. And you're still running around" Quill furrowed his brows and was about to roll her pant leg up to check on her injury However, Vera pressed on his hand to stop him, "Forget it It's already the third day. Although it's stitka little painful, it's mostly healed now. Besides, it's just a superficial wound, and there was nothing wrong with my bone; it'll heal quick enough." Her hand was pressed on the back of Quill's warm hand. He noticed that her hand was only half the size of his palm; he could wrap both of her hands with just one of his palms. Seeing that he did not speak, Vera took a look at her hand and withdrew it in a panic.

"I-I'm sorry. Y-you should eat. I brought you food." Vera quickly stood up and took the pasta from the bag. Looking at her nervous expression, Quill stood up and sat down on the sofa opposite Vera nonchalantly.

After opening the lid, Vera noticed that the pasta had all turned hard, and it was cold.

Therefore, she quickly capped it again.

"Umm... the food doesn't taste good anymore after being left for such a long time, I think it's better if you didn't eat it." Upon hearing this, Quill frowned slightly and asked, "Doesn't taste good anymore?" Vera nodded.

Quill thought about how Vera fell asleep as she waited for him in the reception room he looked at the pasta in her hand and said in a low voice, "I'm not picky with food." In other words, he doesn't care if it tasted good or not, as long as it was edible.

Vera understood his words and shook her head vigorously.

"Even if you aren't picky with food, it has already turned cold. I'll throw it away."

After that, Vera put the pasta back into the bag. However, Quill was m quicker than her, and he forcefully grabbed the pasta that she was about to throw away and placed it in front of himself. "You're really going to eat it? The pasta has been sitting here for as long as your meeting. I touched the container; it's completely cold. Don't eat it." She only urged him to eat the pasta because she had no idea what to say, but if Quill were to really eat it now, she would deeply regret it.

Quill sat down and opened the lid again. It was as she said; the pasta looked hard, and it had turned completely cold.

However, how could he waste her effort? At least, he did not want to let her down anymore.

Thinking of this, Quill began to open up the bag of cutleries. Vera watched him as he elegantly took out scine, cutlery and picked up spasta. Vera bit her lower lip and said, "You'll have a stomachache." X Before he could put the pasta into his mouth, Vera rushed to grab his hand and said, "It'll really upset your stomach, don't eat it." Quill was silent.

She grabbed his hand that held the cutlery, and half of her body leaned on him. Quill glanced at her and said, "All right, I won't eat it then."