Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

President Hanover's girlfriend? Yulia was taken aback, but she cback to her senses almost immediately. Before she could answer, Wendy immediately said, "His girlfriend comes to visit him every day. She would bring this or that. A woman with no self- esteem. She probably wouldn't be able to do anything if she were to work here." Wendy said while shaking her head with a detest look.

"Does she often come?" Yulia pretended to ask inadvertently. There was a trace of pain in her eyes; although she had already guessed that he had a girlfriend, she still felt a little sad when she heard about it from others.

"She comes almost every day. President Hanover never had a girlfriend, so I guess this young girl wants to show off." "Show off?" Yulia did not understand. "Why?" Wendy glanced at her, stood up, and patted her shoulder. "Look at you, how are you so naive? Look at President Hanover's status. Do you know how many people in the company want to be President Hanover's girlfriend? Won't you want to show off if you can bechis girlfriend?" "Is that so?" Yulia pondered and thought there was nothing to show off about. She even mumbled to herself, "Aren't they together because they like each other?" "Ha, your thoughts are too simple. How can there be any pure feelings in this world? On the surface, it may look like they love each other, but in fact, if President Hanover isn't who he is, do you think there would be so many girls who'd like him?" After that, Wendy continued, "How many girls nowadays don't talk about wealth when they look for a boyfriend? Who is willing to marry a useless man and suffer? Love is not the most important thing, but money after marriage." Yulia kept quiet.

"If President Hanover isn't who he is, how is it possible she would be with him? So, don't see her in such a sacred light. You have to work hard. I still have something to do. You can leave now." "Okay, Wendy, then I'll go out first." After leaving the office, Yulia leaned against the wall. She fell silent, mulling over the words Wendy said to her. She always thought love was sacred, something inviolable.

As long as two people liked each other, nothing was impossible; together, hands held tightly.

However, she was now hearing rumors that the girl loved Quill for his identity and status.

Was this true? Was it possible? Yulia raised her head with doubt in her eyes.

Was it possible for the person Quill liked to be like this? Vera didn't know how badly she was slandered behind her back. She took the elevator up and walked toward Quill's office.

On the way, she met Juliette.

As soon as Juliette saw her, she winked at her.

Juliette asked, "Are you here for President Hanover again?" In the beginning, when Juliette teased her, Vera would always blush and be shy. However, after so many times, Vera had gradually becused to it.

Just like this moment, when Juliette teased her, Vera raised her eyebrows and smiled as she asked, "Yeah, I cto disturb him again. Does he have a meeting today?" "There is no meeting, but he has to discuss a contract in 15 minutes. So... you get it." Juliette replied.

"15 minutes?" "Yes, 15 minutes should be enough to drink the soup you brought." Juliette pointed at the food jar. Vera pursed her lips, embarrassed. "Then I'll go first." "Go ahead." Vera went to the office with the food jar in hand.

Although they were already familiar with each other, Vera still followed the etiquette of knocking before entering. After entering, Vera quietly put the food jar on the table where he worked. When Quill looked up and saw her, he said, "No need to knock next time. You can just cin." There was nothing in his work he had to conceal from her.

Vera said reservedly, "It's okay. It's a habit. I'll knock before entering wherever I go." After that, she opened the food jar and said, "I heard from Secretary Sharpie that you have to go out later?" "Yeah." "I made ssoup for you. Have sfirst. You must be exhausted lately." When Vera wanted to pour the soup out, she found that she had forgotten to bring a bowl. She raised her head and said apologetically, forgot to bring the bowl. I'm sorry... I thought about bringing it when I was leaving, but..." Because she forgot to bring a bowl, Vera's face was full of remorse and guilt. She had brought soup for him to drink, and he was in a hurry, but she couldn't even find a bowl. Vera said, "Why don't I go to the canteen and ask for a bowl." After that, Vera wanted to leave. Before she could, Quill grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms without warning.

Before she could react, Quill pinched her chin, and her world went dark as Quill placed his lips on hers.

"Oof." Vera's eyes widened. She was slightly surprised, and her eyes flashed.

She did not expect Quill to drag her back and kiss her suddenly. Moreover, it was when she was just about to get a bowl. What... was going on? Quill's kiss was very gentle. At first, they were like a breeze brushing on her lips; he pecked her lips lightly. But as they went on, his lips turned from cold to blazing, and his unstable breath brushed on her face. He clasped the back of her head and pried open her mouth.

Slowly, Vera went from surprised to intoxicated, She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

In actuality, after they got together, they kissed quite frequently. Vera had Vera had never been in a relationship before, been in a so she didn't know if other men would be like Quill. Passionate, direct, and undisguised. Therefore, Quill gave Vera a different feeling every tthey kissed.

Sometimes, he was loving, but there were times he was gentle. There were even times when his kisses were blazing and full of emotion and need.

After stime, Vera felt her breathing stutter, so she reached out and gave Quill a push on his shoulder.

Quill was unmoved at first, but only after Vera gave him another push, he finally stopped helplessly, then gently bit Vera's lower lip and sighed. "We've already kissed so many times. How is it that you still don't know how to control your breathing?"

After Vera heard what he said, her expression beca little awkward. However, because the the two of them were stilteaning against each other, she dared not speak. She could only reach out her hand and gently push him away. Only then did Quill step back and lean his forehead on hers.

"What's wrong?" His voice was extremely hoarse, and his eyes were especially dark.

X