Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Quill put away his phone and held her hand.

"Let's go, aren't you tired? Go get some rest."

Vera stood still and pushed him hard. "Answer me. You should be at work at this time. That was Secretary Sharpio, wasn't it? Did something happen in the company? I'm fine. You don't have to deliberately come here just to accompany me. You should go back. The company is more important..."

All of a sudden, everything went dark before her eyes, and her lips were sealed.

Vera tried to push him away, but Quill grabbed her wrists and clasped them behind her back. Then he bent down and kissed her more forcefully. One second, two seconds...

After God knows how long, Vera was dizzy, and she clung to Quill's arms feebly. Then, he carried her in his arms and walked toward the bedroom.

By the time Vera came back to her senses, she had been placed on the soft bed, and Quill was helping her take off her shoes.

As her snow-white feet were being held in his palm, Vera's face couldn't help but blush, and she

subconsciously wanted to pull back her feet.

Quill grabbed her foot and raised his eyebrows to look at her. "Are you afraid of me?"

Vera shrank a little and shook her head. Once again, she tried to withdraw her feet. Wasn't she kissing a while ago? How had she ended up on the bed... Did he want to do something here?

Just as Vera let her imaginations run wild, Quill had already let go of her, and then pulled the quilt aside to cover her.

"Sleep well," Quill said.

He placed his warm palm on her cheek. Then, he gently ruffled her hair.

For some reason, this action reminded Vera of her father.

Because her father liked to ruffle her head gently like this when she was little, with a kind expression and a loving smile on his face.

It didn't feel out of place when her father did it. But when she saw Quill pursing his lips and doing this expressionlessly.

It felt weird no matter what.

Cough, cough...

a red face, "What about you? Are you going back to the

on

"Huh?" Vera asked.

want me

he deliberately lowered his voice, making him sound

have so many things to do. You should

eyes and go to sleep.

Vera replied, "Oh."

her eyes, but she could constantly feel Quill's gaze on her face. It made her felt uneasy, so she opened her eyes again, and as expected, Quill was staring at her. After they

her back

would definitely not be

anything when she turned around. He

could hear the sound of their breathing. Later, she gradually

eyelids became heavier and heavier, until they were completely

by her

asleep, he got up and tucked her in. After looking at

if something soft had fallen on her

soon, that touch

didn't think about it, and soon

woke up, it was already night. Vera rubbed her eyes, lifted the quilt, and sat up. She saw that it was already dark out the window, and there was a conversation coming from the living room. She yawned as she

combing down her bed head, yawning as she went. Why was

a tall figure in the living room. That person was sitting on the sofa. His long legs barely had a place to rest, and his side profile had a kind

Quill!

She remembered Quill had come to her before she went to bed. She didn't expect that he would still

needn't look in the mirror

it was fortunate that Quill was talking

her room

are finally willing to get up? Why are you standing there like

sneak into the room, was