Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1422

That night, after Quill came out from the shower, he heard a ping on his phone. Someone had sent him a message.

He checked the message after putting on his bathrobe.

"President Hanover, I've sent Vera's whereabouts these past two days to your email."

Putting down his phone, Quill opened his laptop and checked the email.

The day before, Vera had been in the pasta restaurant the entire day, and she also went grocery shopping before going home.

Everything appeared normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

It was the same that day; she had been in the pasta restaurant the entire day. The only thing different was that she went to a cafe in the afternoon, and the person she rendezvoused with was...

Seeing Yulia's name, Quill immediately narrowed his eyes.

Vera clearly looked traumatized the moment he went into her bedroom that evening. Although she told him she had a nightmare, there was no way Quill would believe a simple nightmare could scare her like that.

Hence, he assumed something must've happened during the day. He just didn't follow up immediately because he didn't want her to recall the trauma. Later, he successfully distracted her and helped her forget whatever scared her.

However, Quill thought it was of importance that he took it seriously.

After all, it was essential that he looked after her wellbeing.

Yulia, was it?

Quill tapped his index finger on the table as his face grew grim.

What on earth was Yulia trying to do to Vera?

The next day.

Yulia couldn't stop worrying as Jasper's words and the washroom incident filled her mind.

There was no way Vera wouldn't be suspicious of what happened to her in the washroom. After all, it did happen, and anybody with a brain could tell it was deliberately done. Moreover, she appeared before Vera at that moment.

Yulia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In all honesty, she didn't think too much at that time.

After listening to Jasper's detailed description, she rushed over without thinking.

Now that it had come to this, it wouldn't be easy for her to make a move on Vera the next time. Just as Jasper said, Vera would keep her guards up now that they failed to harm her.

However, did she really want to harm Vera?

She was pregnant, and the baby in her belly was innocent. Life was like living hell for her after her parents passed away, yet she had to pull herself together. If Vera lost her baby, or if her parents lost her, they'd feel the same too, wouldn't they?

And then there was Quill. She was the love of his life. Just as Jasper said, if she was even the slightest bit harmed, he would suffer a heartwrenching pain.

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Knock, knock...

The knock on the door broke Yulia's train of thought. She rubbed her face and adjusted her mood before she said in a gentle voice, "Come in." The person who came in was her new assistant.

"Miss Maxwell, President Hanover is asking for you."

Stumped, Yulia wondered why Quill would be looking for her at a time like this. Did it have something to do with Vera?

She must've told Quill about the washroom incident, hadn't she?

Did Vera tell Quill she was behind it? Would Quill hate her?

As the thoughts crossed her mind, Yulia panicked. She quickly got up and asked, "Wher

"President Hanover is waiting for you in the reception room."

is he?"

As soon as she said that, Yulia rushed to the reception room. Before she entered, she adjusted her breathing and clenched her hands into fists after she entered.

If Vera really told Quill her speculations, then...

What else could she do? It was what

it was. She was the one who asked Vera out the day before. Who else could it be if not her? Although it was Jasper who did it, it was all for her sake. So she still had something to do with it, no doubt.

What right did she have to blame her?

However, she didn't expect Quill to come to her so soon. He definitely loathed her, didn't he?

Yulia took a deep breath and slowly walked in.

In the reception room.

Quill's tall figure stood facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. He stood straight; he was towering, just

like his aura.

To Yulia, even his back was alluring.

She only looked at him, silent. She didn't have many chances to look at him in the past, and now that she could, quietly for a while, Yulia was already satisfied. She would not have this chance anymore after he got married.

Probably because of her intense stare, Quill sensed something and turned his head.

Yulia pulled her lips into a smile at the same time.

However, Quill's expression was indifferent, and his gaze at Yulia was also cold, unlike his doting gaze at Vera. She felt as if her heart had been severely stabbed.

Her assistant came in with a cup of coffee. Yulia took it and personally gave it to Quill.

"No, thank you."

Before she could even hand the coffee to him, Quill said coldly, "I'll be leaving after a few words."

Hearing that, Yulia froze on the spot. The coffee in her hand suddenly felt scalding. Her face was pale, her ears were buzzing, and her legs were giving in.

Despite all that, she still forced a smile onto her face.

"Okay then, what do you want to say?"

Then, she put the coffee on the table next to him and straightened her body.

"What on earth are you trying to do?"

Hearing that, Yulia's heart sank. As expected, he found out. Then his coldness toward her was because he believed she was wicked, wasn't it?

As the thought crossed her mind, Yulia couldn't help mocking herself. However, she did not let it show.

"What are you talking about? Can you be more precise?"

"Yulia Maxwell."

She didn't expect him to be so straightforward. Yulia's face turned pale, and her body faltered.

"I can help you reinstate the Maxwell family, but after that, you and I will have nothing to do with each other. During which, I hope you will leave my fiancee alone."

Hearing that, Yulia grew resentful. She bit her lower lip and asked, "What did she say to you? She told you I wanted to hurt her, didn't she? Please, listen to me. What happened yesterday was not..."

However, before she could say anymore, Quill interrupted her.

"No need to explain."

"It doesn't matter what kind of person you are." Quill's words were still ruthless, or perhaps this was how he was, cold-hearted.