Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Take... take a shower? After the kiss, Vera couldn't help but overthink when she heard him say this.

When Quill saw that she looked at him shockingly, with eyes filled with a strange expression, he knew that she had twisted his intention. He then softly explained.

"Go take a shower and calm down." "Oh..." Vera nodded adorably, and then she walked off to the bathroom.

The bathroom was right where she could see it, so she walked toward it and closed the door behind her.

She then looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked at herself in the mirror and found that her face was rosy and her lips were red and plump from the kiss earlier. She merely stared at herself for a while before she lifted her hand to touch her lips with her fingers.

Was she hallucinating? Quill kissed her just now? Moreover, it wasn't just a peck; it was...

As compared to when she secretly kissed him, this kiss was ten times more passionate than her secret kisses. Was it fake? If she wasn't hallucinating, then she must be dreaming! Vera suddenly pinched her cheek hard, causing her to shout in pain. Then she realized something and covered her mouth and widened her eyes.

Quill wasn't far away; could he have heard her shout? Vera swallowed the pain, turned on the shower, and stood under the warm water.

All the filthy images had disappeared. Quill's kiss worked. Now all she could think about was that kiss.

Vera put her hands on her cheeks.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the shower when she heard a knock.

Vera panicked and turned off the shower but stood there quietly.

"I'll leave the clothes here at the door and head out; remember to take it." Then there was what sounded like a plastic bag and Quill's footsteps faded. Vera then heard the bedroom door being closed.

She hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed to the door to open it slightly and grab the bag outside.

There was a thick black shirt in the bag. Vera blushed when she saw this.

There were no other men here, so this shirt must've belonged to him. He actually gave her his shirt to wear? Vera bit her lower lip lightly and felt a little nervous.

What should she do? Should she wear it? But would it be a good idea for her to wear his shirt? However, reality did not allow Vera to hesitate because her clothes were dirty, and they got wet in the bathroom. Perhaps, she should not have taken a shower.

What now? After hesitating for a long time, Vera dried her body and put on the black shirt.

Quill was tall, and Vera was petite, so the shirt was able to cover up even her knees nicely, and because it was dark in color, the shape of her body was barely visible.

Vera felt a sense of relieve after she looked at herself in the mirror.

She took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door and went out.

The room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing. She walked into the room barefooted, leaving her wet footprints behind.

"Done showering?" A crisp voice of a man cfrom the door, which scared Vera, and she covered her body in reflex.

This action made Quill feel a little embarrassed. He pursed his thin lips and looked away awkwardly. "There is a jacket on the sofa. You can put it on." Vera was now like a marionette, and Quill was the one pulling on the strings. Basically, she would do whatever he said.

So Vera listened to Quill and went to put the jacket on.

The jacket was a spring collection; it was that kind that was light and thin. Vera felt much more comfortable after she put it on.

After Quill saw her put on the jacket, he walked towards her with a pair of slippers and bent down to put it beside her feet. He said in a low voice, "I don't have an extra pair of slipper. Wear mine first." Vera lowered her head when she heard this. A pair of male light grey slippers were placed in front of her. The size for men was much larger than for women. There was a big gap when Vera put it on. "If I'm wearing yours, what about you?" Vera looked and noticed he was barefooted.

Weird. There was only a pair of slippers in this house? Quill probably knew what she was thinking and said in a low voice.

"I rarely chere, so there's only one pair." After that, Quill reached out and held her arm. "Cand apply sointment." Quill led her over to the couch and sat her down. Then she watched him open the first aid kit to take out the ointment and started to apply it to the wound on her face.

He carefully applied the ointment. Their faces were really close to each other that their breaths met; Vera could only control her breath so that she would not keep breathing into his face. After he was done with the wounds on her face, Quill looked at her and asked.

"Anywhere else on your body that's hurt?" Vera was stunned. On her body? Did he want to apply the ointment on her body? Actually... she didn't seem to have any injury anywhere else. Since Quill appeared in time, She was only slapped and her clothes tore nothing much other than that.

However, her back stung when she was in the shower. She wasn't sure if it was because she scratched herself against the wall.

But she couldn't tell Quill she hurt her back.

Of course she couldn't take off her shirt and show him her back for him to apply the ointment.

Quill looked at Vera's blushing cheeks and paused for a while. Suddenly, he realized something and asked in a deep voice, "Not convenient?" Vera nodded dully and then shook her head quickly. "No, it's not inconvenient. I... I'm not injured."

Quill frowned when he heard what she said. When he was there, he saw that she was pressed against those rough walls. How was it possible not to injure her tender skin. However, it was indeed inconvenient for him to do it. Quill handed the ointment to her, "Are you able to apply it by yourself? This ointment is good for healing wounds.

It can relieve inflammation and pain. Apply it on where you can; I will help you if you cannot Vera didn't know how to respond for a moment. "No, thanks. I'll do it by myself." It was impossible to let him help. Vera could only take ointment quickly and went into the bathroom.

Vera realized it was difficult to apply

the ointment to the wounds on her back. She could reach it, but she om couldn't apply the ointment properly. It was hard to control the pressure applied, and if she was not careful, she would scratch on the wound. Nevertheless, she persisted in applying the ointment.

However, after applying the ointment, Vera felt as if she made the wounds worse.

She put on her clothes and headed out to return the bottle of ointment to Quill.

"You're done?" Vera nodded awkwardly.

"Yes..."

After her wounds were treated, the m two of them looked at each other and said nothing. Vera felt rather awkward as they quieted down. On the other hand, Quill handed his phone to her. "It's getting late. Call your mother to let her know that you're safe." Vera nodded. "Okay." X Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.