Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1405

As soon as she said it, Sam felt as if he was choked and couldn't say a word.

He looked at Olivia awkwardly, somewhat grimaced.

Olivia said unhappily, "What's with the face? Am I wrong? If you were this mawkish last night, would anything have happened between us?"

Sam thought she was right. If he was able to hold himself back, none of this would've happened. Now that they had done the deed and even ended up being an actual couple, his actions were definitely mawkish at this point.

Upon that thought, Sam walked back in silently and sat down on the edge of the bed.

After a moment of quiet, he said, "Can you not be so straightforward next time?"

"What?"

"I mean, be more euphemistic about awkward topics."

"How am I not? Besides, there's only you and me here, and we've already rolled in the hay. Is there still a need to be euphemistic?"

Sam said, "Pretend I didn't say anything." He shouldn't have brought this up. Olivia had a way with words, and he was no match for her at all. If she said so, then so be it.

In actuality, Olivia was not the forthright type. However, facing someone like Sam, she'd naturally become bolder.

When it came to his love life, not only was Sam rather reserved, but he was also easily shy, so he'd only make a move if he encountered a woman he was infatuated with.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

However, he could only admit defeat facing the rogue type, like Olivia.

Hence, he was the submissive in this relationship.

Just like now, when Sam finally accepted her sleeping in the same bed as him, Olivia leaned in and asked for a goodnight kiss after he blow-dried his hair and got ready to sleep.

Frozen in place, he was at a loss of what to do with her gentle whisper and soft arms wrapped around his.

"Are you listening?" Seeing he was as stiff as a log, Olivia nudged him, "Don't couples do goodnight kisses?"

Sam knew if he did not agree to what she wanted, she wouldn't stop.

Hence, he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, filled with helplessness. "Where do you want me to kiss?"

"You've agreed?" Olivia pointed to her forehead and said, "Here of course. Where else?"

Sam turned his head and glanced at her. Supporting himself with an arm, he leaned closer to her.

Olivia's heart pounded as she watched the man get closer; his unique scent enveloped her.

Although they had done the deed the night before, she had blacked out as she was drunk.

So she only realized what they had done after she woke up the next morning and saw the scene. Hence, she grew nervous at his approach.

But she did not let it show. After all, she didn't want to cower before Sam. She gently picked at the sheets under the quilt and calmly watched as Sam planted a kiss on her forehead.

It was a light kiss, like a feather brushing against her lips.

Olivia blinked and suddenly thought of the kiss they had downstairs. How could he be so dominant then yet act so shy at this moment?

Could it be that this man would only become dominant under certain circumstances?

As the thought crossed her mind, Olivia touched her forehead. Sam had already pulled the quilt

over himself. "Sleep!"

It was really late.

Lying on the bed, listening to the even breathing by his side, Sam didn't know what to think.

The girl who was throwing a fuss at him earlier was now fast asleep beside him. Moreover, it seemed that she was especially insecure when she slept, balled up, facing him.

All that gave him a feeling that she needed him.

After all that had happened, he still felt restless, unable to fall asleep.

It wasn't until the crack of dawn that Sam finally fell asleep.

After Yulia was discharged from the hospital, she got busy with rebuilding the Maxwell Group.

Ernest would occasionally help her out due to the history they had.

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On the other hand, Vera had already decided on the dress. All there was left was to wait for the actual dress to be done. When she was getting her measurements taken, the designer even reminded Vera to watch her diet; in case she'd get upset if the dress wouldn't fit that day.

Vera had wanted to agree with the designer but asked to have it loosened after some thought.

Hearing her request, the designer couldn't help asking, "Are you planning on gaining weight?"

Vera smiled shyly and said, "I can be a gourmand at times, so I'm worried an accident might happen. Loosening it just a little would be fine, right?"

"Absolutely. You'd do fine even if

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you've gained weight during the fitting. I've only ever had brides-to-be request their dresses to be sized down and shed as many pounds as they can before the wedding day, in hopes that they'd look like a model on that day, while you are worried about your appetite. Aren't you worried at all?"

Vera was embarrassed. Of course, it wasn't about her appetite. She also hoped to look beautiful on her wedding day, but what could she do when she was pregnant? She couldn't possibly get married only after giving birth. This was the next best thing.

Besides, after finding out she was pregnant, Vera dared not eat as she used to, either having whatever she wanted, cut down on meals, or even go on a diet.

She was now focused on eating healthily for the sake of the child.

Everything else had to make way for the baby.

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After settling on the wedding dress, Quill went to Vera's house to ask for her parent's blessings. As his sister and Vera's best friend, Minerva tagged

Because Mr. and Mrs. Zais knew about Quill and Vera's former incident. Hence, Mabie deliberately talked to Vera in private.

"Are you sure you want to marry him?"

Vera was stunned for a moment, "Mom, why would you ask that?"

"Of course, I have to make sure. If

something like fast time happens again, and you want to break up with him, I'd have to object, don't I?

Marriage isn't a stroll in the p

You have to think it through. you marry, things wouldn't be as easy as when you're dating. You'd have to bear a lot of pressure if you regret."

"Mom, I won't regret it." Vera shook her head. "I've told you before; he's the only one I'll ever marry. Even if our marriage fails, I will never remarry."

"Bah! Touch wood." Mabie patted her mouth. "The choice is yours. I can only give you my blessings."