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.

lament bitterly in her

She scolded herself in her heart. "Why

other man, she

Mr. Luther.'

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

a glass of wine, could no longer take it. Hence, she

his face and he felt enchanted. Just as he wanted

that it was Quill who took Vera

on his shoulder with no expression on his face. He asked in a low voice,

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

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

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

at this moment, it clearly meant that she was indeed

recalled what she had said earlier and could only

you forcing yourself? Mr. Luther, please excuse

smiled and watched as they

Vera. He held Vera's thin arm and was ready to send her to the guest room to

walking, the alcohol was kicking

lose her consciousness. She began to resist and even refused to

want to

Quill was speechless.

she was wearing a skirt, her pair of fair and

was a bit

subconsciously, for fear that he would remember her in

a moment, he took off his blazer and draped

"Get up."

order left no room for

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

his eyes. "Your feet

a little girl. She pointed at her feet with red eyes and said, "The shoes are too small. It makes my feet

were indeed too small. They were biting into her feet tightly and the