Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Olivia paused. "What do you mean?"

"Before I met you, I worked to save more money. Now, I work so you can spend it. What's the point of earning money if you are leaving?"

That wasn't the reply she was expecting from Sam. She was stunned for a long time, not sure of what to say.

A few moments later, she snorted coldly. "Don't think that I will forgive you just because you said these. Sam, what you are doing now by tormenting yourself is all useless to me. Just quit if you want to quit you job."

She turned over to sleep after she finished her sentence, ignoring Sam after that.

He lowered his head and stared at her back with a soft sigh, and was in silence too.

When the night fell, Olivia slept with the child in her arms, while Sam guarded beside her. Perhaps he was afraid that she would run away, so he stayed in the same room with her.

However, he wasn't allowed to sleep next to her on the bed, so he could only guard beside her.

When she woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, she saw him lying by the bed.

That had been the sleeping arrangement for the past few days. As a result, he couldn't sleep well. His eyes were murky and dull, his hair was a mess, and his face was full of stubble. Adding on to the scar that was already on his face, he looked even more ferocious and unkempt.

Olivia's hand unconsciously reached out towards the scar when she saw it.

She stopped right before she touched him and withdrew her hand.

Pa!

Sam grabbed her small wrist suddenly and opened his eyes to look at her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she was surprised by his sudden movement. "Let me go!"

She attempted to pull her hand back. He propped himself up as he continued to grip her wrist.

"Do you really hate me that much?" He asked sadly, "Do you not even want to touch my face? Or, do you regret marrying me because I have scars on my face?"

What? How did the scars on his face get involved in their argument?

"What are you talking about? You already looked like this when we met. Why would I even be with you if I didn't like how you looked?"

held her hand tightly and said in a low voice, "Even I couldn't stand looking at my own face, yet you accepted it, but now you want to

nothing? Was it not a big deal that you left me alone? It's just a very small misunderstanding, so tiny it's not even worth

what

trying to say?" She asked sternly, "What exactly did you

she said, tears almost rolled out of her eyes. Just as she was about to break down crying, she turned her head away from him,

conceal her tears, Sam saw tears rolling down her cheeks onto

at her. He was upset at himself for causing so much

his arms around her shoulder. With

fault. Don't cry.

I'm really useless. I couldn't make

as tears streamed

tried to wipe away, the faster the tears seemed to be streaming down. She was

wasn't the first time

sel

always able to move on every time. She always comforted herself,

had been doing that to herself for so long that she could no longer convince herself to do so when she came to

cried

content. She pounded Sam's

white crying. "I shouldn't have started the relationship

I so stupid?

slept with you?

modernthinking, strong

ama

and

independent woman. Why did

thing? I could have found someone whom I like that likes me back. Why did I choose to be with

her pent-up emotions as she cried, as well as the things she never had a

He just hugged her tightly in silence. Eventually, Olivia got tired from crying and fell asleep in his arms. He carried her back to bed

who was dying next to her. He was staring at them with a pair of big round eyes. His eyes were deep, and bright, as if he

He reached to pick him

Surprisingly, he was quiet as Sam carried him then, and they went out of

heavy sigh after closing the door. Then, he reached out