Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Vera had intentionally bought a long-distance ticket f so they would have to stay on the train for nearly two days.

Initially, Vera thought it would be a walk in the park.

However, now that Quill was here, she regretted it.

If she'd known, she would've chosen a shorter distance so they could go their separate ways after arriving at the station.

At first, Vera wept constantly as the strange silence surrounded her.

Soon, she fell asleep, exhausted from crying.

Vera had no idea how much thad passed by the tshe woke up. The train was still trundling, but the sky was streaked with the colors of dawn. Hence, Vera reckoned she'd slept for several hours.

Her eyes weren't as sore as before, but they were still uncomfortable as she hadn't slept much recently.

Vera blinked but couldn't help closing them again.

After a while, she suddenly felt something was off. Something warm was pushed flat against her back.

She realized what it was after a moment of thought.

It was... Quill's back.

Vera stiffened at that knowledge.

She couldn't believe he was by her side. How long had he been there? How could she have not noticed at all? Quill's back was very warm and broad, and it made her feel safe.

However...

"You're up?" Just as Vera was sorting out her thoughts, Quill's deep voice suddenly rang out behind her. As their backs touching each other's, Vera could feel the soft vibrations as he spoke. He was asking whether she was awake. However, Vera did not move, lying there silently, not answering his question.

"Are you still mad at me?" Mad? Vera pursed her lips. It would've been easy if anger was all she felt.

At least, her anger would subside. However, she wasn't only mad but also heartbroken. What was she going to do about that? On the other hand, Quill sighed in his heart at her lack of response.

He didn't expect her rage to last so long. She still hadn't cooled down and was unwilling to talk.

Hence, the two of them laid there silently, back to back. Vera laid on the bed, as cold as ice, while Quill's body temperature usually ran hot; he hadn't thought of lying down earlier.

However, he decided to lay down with his back to hers when he realized that she was freezing, sharing his warmth with her through their small contact.

Gradually, Vera's body warmed up.

Nevertheless, the two of them continued to lay there quietly.

The train sped along the tracks toward an unknown destination, and similarly, Vera felt the sway.

In the end, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, dopey.

When she woke up, it was already broad daylight.

Meanwhile, the breakfast cart was being pushed around.

As the cart passed them, speople bought it. Quill had also sat up, but Vera continued to lie in bed.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" Quill's voice sounded once again.

However, Vera ignored him. She had no appetite with him around.

If he hadn't followed her, Vera would probably have bought sbreakfast. Whether or not she'd eat it was another story.

Quill knew she wouldn't answer him, so he just bought some.

The breakfast sold onboard was simple, but this was the first the'd eaten something like this.

"I bought breakfast. C'mon, get up and eat some. You can go back to sleep after that." Vera continued to ignore him, but she pushed the covers away after sthought and sat up. Then, she sneered as she looked at the food in his hands. "Do you like this? Taking the train, eating cheap breakfast with me. This is not the great Quill Hanover should be living, should you?" Quill didn't say anything.

"You've never had any of these before, have you? You're of a rich family, after all, but this is how I grew up. We're from two different worlds." Quill finally frowned at her words. "What on earth are you trying to say?" "Isn't it obvious? I want to break up with you." "No way." Quill dismissed her idea immediately.

Vera bit her lower lip and replied, "Why not? I don't need your consent to break up with you. I don't want you anymore, you hear me? What does it have to do withwhether you agree or not?" "It has everything to do with you." Quill pulled Vera close to him before leaning his forehead against hers. "The moment I decided to be with you, I knew you'd be the only one for me. You're the one who messed within the first place, and now you're calling it quits? No way." The only one for him? Vera was stunned for a moment when she heard this despite her anger. However, she felt that his words were exceptionally ironic upon recalling her status as a mistress.

With a sneer, Vera pushed him away.

"I'm the only one for you, but who said you were the only one for me?" Taken aback, he looked at the girl inches away from him.

Her usually clear gaze only contained a world of hurt now as she continuously said things that hurt him.

"Did you hear what I said? I said, you're not the only one for me, so don't try and stopfrom breaking up with you." She couldn't figure out what Quill had in mind. He merely looked at her

in silence for a while before he finally said, "No matter for me, so stillet, you're the one agree to the breakup." "Quill Hanover!" Vera was so mad that she screamed his nout loud! Quill retreated nonchalantly and asked her, "What would you like? I bought quite a few." Vera was speechless.

"Have swater first. You might have a stomach ache if you eat right after you wake up." Vera's anger grew when Quill acted as if he didn't notice her anger and cared for her as normal.

How could he act like nothing had happened when he'd hurt her som badly? He'd followed her onto the train and even asked if she wanted to eat.

Thinking of this, Vera pursed her lips and looked away with a cold om expression, refusing to drink the En.

water Quill handed her. Quill kept his cool as he moved the glass of water to her front. "Be a good girl and drink some, okay?" However, Vera still refused to look at him, yet Quill still patiently moved the cup to her vision.

Vera quickly becfrustrated and glared at Quill.

"What the hell do you want?" Quill looked at her with a steady gaze and said, "You know what I want." Dully, Vera could feel sgrievance in his tone.

Grievance? Vera thought she was mistaken. Otherwise, how could Quill feel this way? What was he aggrieved about? For a moment, Vera was so mad that she laughed out loud. "Don't tellyou're feeling aggrieved." Quill continued to stare at her as he said, "What do you think?" What the f*ck? She was the aggrieved one here! X