Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Quill looked at this message and kept silent for a while. Then, he locked the screen and put it away.

How could he not know Minerva's personality? Although she was the one who sent the previous message, the tone of the latter sentence did not sound like her. Besides, it was not difficult to guess who was next to her at that moment.

It was, of course, Beanie.

This little fellow was actually so ambitious that he was trying to push the idea onto his own uncle?

"Let's wait and see how I'll deal with him later," Quill thought.

"Well..." Vera put the phone away and looked at Quill. She wanted to speak but stopped on second thought. Quill looked at her emotionlessly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"How many more guests do we have to make a toast with?" Vera bit her lower lip and asked. After asking, she felt too embarrassed. Would Quill, the Prince Charming be annoyed when she asked this? "Are you tired too?" Quill asked in return.

"No, no!" Vera shook her head reflexively and answered with an embarrassed smile, "I'm fine. It has only been a while so why would I be tired? I'm just asking."

In fact, Vera was indeed exhausted but there was nothing she could do. The dress that the servants had prepared for her had to be worn with this pair of high-heeled shoes. However, she seemed to have eaten too much recently, thus her feet became a little swollen. She could barely fit into the pair of shoes.

When Vera was able to fit into the shoes, she felt great. Then, when she got up and walked for a few steps, she found that It was fine too.

However, at that moment, since she had accompanied Quill to socialize with many guests, her feet were so painful that she almost couldn't stand on her feet. Sobbing in her heart, she felt as if she was about to fall down at any moment.

But for Quill's sake, Vera had been enduring the pain.

"How's your drinking tolerance?" Quill asked while observing her.

Vera was taken aback for a moment, and then she answered, "Not bad, I guess. It's okay to drink for a while longer."

She acted as if she was afraid that Quill would chase her away.

Besides, what kind of person was Quill? He had never had any woman around him for so many years. Apart from his beloved sister, Minerva, there was only another woman who was close to him, which was Juliette Shaprio. In the beginning, Juliette also admired him, but it was a pity that this man had no talent in love. Furthermore, his EQ was so low that it was frightening.

For example, he would always take a girl's answer literally without asking her the second time.

Just like Vera. When he asked her if she was tired and how much could she drink, it was not out of politeness at all. He was asking truthfully. Therefore, when Vera said that she was not tired and that her drinking tolerance was manageable, Quill just took it literally.

only lament bitterly in her heart

scolded herself in her heart. "Why should

it was for any other man,

Mr. Luther.'

wine. Mr. Luther looked at her with a smile and said, "Your drinking tolerance is quite

finished speaking, Vera, who had just drunk a glass of wine, could no longer take it. Hence, she fell to

he quickly reached out to hold her. The softness and fragrance of the woman blew on his face and he felt enchanted. Just as

looked up and noticed that it was

Vera and let her lean on his shoulder with no expression

her senses. She slowly raised her head and looked at him with a hazy look

I feel... like the world is spinning?" Vera rubbed her eyes with a blank look and looked at the person in front

for a long time. Normally, she wouldn't dare to look at him in the eyes for this long. Ever since she had kissed him twice in the past, she

acting at this moment, it clearly

said earlier and could

Luther, please excuse us.

Luther smiled and

was quite considerate towards Vera. He held Vera's thin arm and

the alcohol was kicking in pretty

so drunk that she was about to lose her consciousness. She began to resist and even refused to

want

Quill was speechless.

on the cold floor. As she was wearing a skirt, her pair of fair and beautiful legs

a

subconsciously, for fear that he would remember her in such a

he took off his blazer and draped it over

"Get up."

order left no room for

lips in grievance and said, "I won't get up. My feet

his eyes.

this moment, Vera was just like a little girl. She pointed at her feet with

found that the shoes were indeed too small. They were biting into her feet tightly and the areas that were too tight had obviously left red bruises. There