Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

However, she did not expect that after so many years, the little cupboard was still perfectly intact.

For a moment, Minerva's feelings became complicated.

However, the corner of her mouth was slightly raised.

Maddox did not throw this small cupboard away after she left five years ago. Did this mean... that back then, he was...

At the thought of this, Minerva reached out and ran her hand along the cupboard. She then slowly opened it.

She was surprised to find the items inside the cupboard were the same as how she had left them. Her hand, which was holding the cupboard door, shook violently. She stood there in a daze. Not only did Maddox not throw the cupboard out, he even kept the items in it.

The cleaners Sam hired were all professionals. Sam had instructed them to only clean up the place and leave everything, from the sofa and cupboard to the pots and carpet, in their original state. Minerva was moved. She felt as if someone was tugging her heartstrings.

Maddox's headache worsened when he saw the cupboard. He leaned against the door and witnessed the scene in front of him slowly change.

At first, he could only see Minerva kneeling beside the closet.

Then, there was another figure right next to her.

A man was sitting in a wheelchair. The room was deadly silent. He sat not far from the cupboard and his gaze never left it.

Those who were unaware wouldn't know what he was looking at.

But at this moment, Maddox knew that was the only thing in this room that constantly reminded him of Minerva after she left.

Because she did not come back to collect her belongings, everything was naturally left in the cupboard. This happened to become the thing that reminded him of her.

During that time, he spent each passing day staring at the belongings she had left behind while waiting for information on her whereabouts.

Whenever he entered the room, he would always sit in his wheelchair and reminisce about the times he had spent with her. Images of Minerva's frown and smile would fill his mind.

Later... he didn't know when, but he stopped visiting this room. However, he never changed a single thing in this room.

mind like fireworks on new year's night. The memories vanished in

lips tightly as he felt his headache worsened. His

sweat started to

draw himself out of his memories. Soon,

Minerva standing in front of the cupboard in

an emotional attachment to the

clothing, this headache intensified. He could no longer endure the pain and almost let out a muffled groan. If Minerva saw him like this,

around and left

her own memories. She hadn't noticed Maddox had left.

something hit her arm. She lowered her head, only to discover

her movements. However, she dared not wipe away the tears on

to cry when she saw

couldn't let him see

pile of clothes. After hurriedly wiping her tears away with the clothes, she took a deep breath and composed herself. Probably

here," she said. "Back then... it

Minerva stopped midway through

that Maddox wasn't in the room like she thought he was. She stood rooted to her spot with a look

the room just now? Why did

Did something happen?

darkened at the thought of this. She quickly left

soon as Minerva exited the room, she saw Maddox standing at the end of the corridor, by the

onto the window sill were protruding. Maddox suppressed the pain in his head,

only did his headache

a faint sound

off the

"You're done?"

calm; nothing

Minerva stared back at

with

and just stared at him. Finally, she asked,