Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

However, Sam was wrong. Olivia was making a fuss; it was just that her way was different.

She wouldn't vomit, cry or scream like some people when they were drunk.

What was interesting about her was as long as whoever was on the same page as her, she wouldn't make a fuss.

Thus, when Sam asked how she felt, Olivia responded gently with a bashful look, "Worry not, Your Majesty, I only drank a little. I'm alright."

Sam was speechless.

She was really immersed in her role.

Sam certainly wasn't going to allow her to take a shower in this state. He wasn't sure what she would do, so he quickly tidied up the room and took his pillow and quilt out.

"I'll let you sleep in the room. Go and sleep now."

Olivia blinked and asked, "What about you, Your Majesty?"

Sam pointed to where she was sitting. Thus, she stood up and walked to the room. Thinking she was going to sleep, he put the bedsheet and pillow onto the sofa. However, she came back out as soon as he laid down.

"Your Majesty, you gave me the bed while you sleep here... Oh, I'm so touched."

Olivia knelt beside him as she spoke. She held his hands and said, teary-eyed, "Let me stay here with you, Your Majesty."

Her address to him made his skin tingle. He grabbed her hands in turn and got up. Then, he carried in his arms and strode into the bedroom.

Before Olivia realized what had happened, she was already on the bed. Then he heard Sam's rough voice, "Stay. Don't come out again."

Olivia blinked at his fierce expression. She quieted down again.

"Okay, take care of yourself, Your Majesty. I'll get some rest."

After setting her down, Sam breathed a sigh of relief and left the room.

down as Olivia had been using this sofa all this while. Moreover, it

used to this. But... he

slowly fell asleep under the

The next day.

had a splitting headache when she woke up the next morning. She sat up, holding her head, her

she saw her surroundings, but she quickly figured

previous night and seemed to have one too many.

jerked her head and looked under

wearing the same clothes from the day before. There was

nothing had happened. She was dead

thought, Olivia got out

happened after she was drunk, she

did she come back? How did she end up in

But... Why didn't she send her back

Or...

seemed she could only

Was Sam cooking? Thus, she walked toward

her shadow. Olivia subconsciously crossed her arms

"You're awake?"

spoke. "Go wash up

that, Olivia couldn't help looking at the eggs in his pan, tiptoed. She asked, downcasted,

at her. "You'll find out later. Or you can cook something yourself if you don't want

exhausted and she had a headache. So, she gave up on the idea and

food on the table, Olivia sighed helplessly, "Don't tell me, this is your breakfast

food in front of her. "Eggs on toast. Your breakfast isn't nutritious

fill my stomach. What kind of nutrition do I need?" Sam glanced at her. "Do you think everyone

words made Olivia

eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean by that?" "Do you think everyone is a foodie you?" Sam didn't clarify

so Olivia