Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1216

Since Vera had called to her, Lauren could only stop in her tracks. Her eyes soon turned red; she cried as she said, "I'm really sorry. I should have stayed in the hospital if I had known that I would cause you two so much trouble. But... I'm scared to be alone in the hospital at night..."

As she spoke, Lauren began to cry.

Vera frowned and tugged on Quill's hand as she mouthed, "What happened?"

Quill looked at the young girl in front of him; her hair was still wrapped in a bath towel. She didn't have makeup on, and her eyes were clean and bright; she looked like a naive little fool who was ignorant of worldly affairs.

Somewhat helpless, Quill held her hand and said, "There's only one bed in this room. Move next door with me."

Hearing his words, Vera was frozen on the spot. She felt as if her head had been hit.

But... why did Quill suddenly ask her to move into his room? Could it be that he had heard their conversation earlier? No, that was impossible. Then what was the reason?

Vera couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she

tried.

But then, Quill was already looking at Lauren. His tone was polite and distant.

"Miss Lowell, don't worry. Since we're already involved, we will help you to the end. You can stay here for the next few days with no worries. If you need anything, you can call room service."

As soon as he finished, Quill left the room with Vera's luggage in one hand and her hand in the other.

Bang!

When the door closed, Lauren clenched her fists as her face turned pale with anger!

That d*mned man! He actually made her look bad! He even took Vera away, as if she was some evil demon!

Lauren was so angry that she wanted to smash the things in the room, but she restrained herself after giving some thought. No, she had to calm down. Quill was no ordinary man, so he was not easy to seduce. She would have to make more effort if she wanted him to be hers; she needed to calm down and think of a plan.

She couldn't go back to that horrible man anymore. Otherwise, only endless abuse awaited her. Besides, Quill was her target this time.

As for Vera, well, she was only a girl who would feel uneasy after listening to just a few words. How could she compete with Lauren? Thinking of that, Lauren sneered.

In the other room.

Quill held Vera's hand as they went over to the next room. He deliberately brought her a pair of slippers to change into and went in with her suitcase. Vera looked down at the slippers on her feet. It was another pair of slippers that didn't fit her...

However, she still mindlessly followed Quill from behind. She couldn't help tugging the corner of his shirt when she saw him putting her suitcase away. Quill had just put her suitcase away when he felt her tug his shirt. He turned around and saw her right behind him, looking up at him questioningly. He tapped her head. "What is it?"

Vera pursed her lips and blinked. "You know."

"Aren't you going to dry your hair?" Quill asked.

Vera was more concerned about something else, so she didn't move. Before she knew it, Quill took hold of her wrist. "Go and dry your hair. Don't catch a cold."

Just like that, Quill dragged her over to dry her hair. She had intended to do it herself. Who would've thought Quill did it for her.

Vera sat obediently on the chair as Quill dried her hair. Probably because she was nervous, Vera put her legs together and put her hands on her legs. "What's going on? Why do I feel that... you don't like Lauren?"

Vera finally asked after hesitating for a long time.

However, Quill didn't have any unusual reactions; he merely spoke indifferently, "She's a stranger after all. It's not safe for you to stay with her." His explanation seemed reasonable, but Vera instinctively felt things weren't so simple.

"That's it?" She blinked and asked.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped, and Quill brushed her hair. His voice was deep when he spoke. "What else do you think?"

"Umm..."

Before Vera could answer, Quill suddenly leaned over and put his chin on her shoulder. She felt his warm breath brush her neck. "Just take it as I want you to be here. How about that?"

Vera was rendered speechless.

She was about to faint at that moment.

As he whispered in her ear and even deliberately lowered his voice, he sounded hoarse, like a burning knife going down the throat.

Vera's eyelashes fluttered. He leaned her backward, and she fell straight into Quill's arms. Almost immediately, everything went dark, and she felt his kiss, accompanied by his cold aura.

She was enveloped in his presence.

Because of her position, Vera could only tilt her head back and rest it on Quill's thigh. She could clearly see Quill bending over to kiss her.

Her eyelashes fluttered. She really wanted to exclaim that he had a good waist.

Vera's lips hurt, and she came back to her senses.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Quill gently flicked her forehead with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "You still have the mood to think about other things at a time like this?" "Umm..." Vera pouted and complained, "I didn't mean to get distracted."

After all, his waist was more attractive.

"Didn't mean to?" Quill squinted,

hearing her words. He gently

pinched her chin and leaned closer.

"Then, you're saying... I'm not trying

hard enough? That's why you can think about other things?" Content

Hearing his words, Vera widened her eyes and refuted, "No! That's not what I mean!"

As if she wanted to prove herself,

she suddenly got up. But as she had

stood up too violently, she hit Quill's

chin. She was shocked and e

sat down. But because of her position, she fell over. Seeing so, Quill grabbed her hand and pulled her back, then both of them fell onto the bed.

Bang, bang!

Quill's back landed on the soft bed while Vera fell onto his chest. Comparably, Vera was hurt by the impact.

Because of the pain, Vera looked up bitterly. The romantic atmosphere from earlier was gone.

"It hurts..." Vera said, looking at Quill as if she had been wronged.

Quill was speechless.

This silly girl.

She was in his arms, and there were only the two of them in the room. It was a perfect atmosphere and space, but she said she was in pain. What else could Quill do? He could only reach out and rub her head. He

hit?"

asked softly, "Where did your

Vera's face reddened at his question. She fell facing him. Where else could she have hit? In the end, she could only say with her face flushed red,

"My face!"