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

toasting, Vera endured the pain and dizziness. She scolded herself in her heart. "Why should I suffer like

any other

Mr. Luther.'

another round of toasting, Vera gulped down another glass of wine. Mr. Luther looked at her with a smile and said, "Your drinking tolerance is quite good. May I ask

soon as he finished speaking, Vera, who had just drunk a glass of wine, could no longer take

his face and he felt enchanted. Just as he wanted to say something, a pair of big hands had reached out

and noticed that

supported Vera and let her lean on his shoulder with no expression on his face. He asked in a low voice,

her senses. She slowly raised her head and looked

world is spinning?" Vera rubbed her eyes with a blank look and looked

blurred and she stared at him for a long time. Normally, she wouldn't dare to look at him in the eyes for this long.

the way Vera was acting at this moment, it clearly meant

had said earlier and

forcing yourself? Mr. Luther, please excuse us.

Luther smiled and watched as they

Vera. He held Vera's thin

they were walking, the alcohol

she was about to lose her consciousness.

don't want

Quill was speechless.

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

a bit

away subconsciously, for fear that he would

moment, he took off his blazer and draped it over her

"Get up."

order left no room

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

his eyes. "Your

She pointed at her feet with

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