Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1337

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."Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

However, Sam didn't manage to fall asleep after lying down as Olivia had been using this sofa all this while. Moreover, it was the one from her home, so it smelt of her, completely different from the scent in his bedroom.

He frowned slightly. He wasn't used to this. But... he didn't find it annoying either.

Sam slowly fell asleep under the unfamiliar surroundings.

The next day.

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

Olivia was startled for a moment as she saw her surroundings, but she quickly figured out where she was.

She had woken up here once. Then, she went out drinking the previous night and seemed to have one too many. However, she couldn't remember what happened after that.

Thinking of this, Olivia jerked her head and looked under the quilt.

She was still wearing the same clothes from the day before. There was nothing wrong.

"Thank heavens..." Olivia was glad nothing had happened. She was dead drunk the night before, and she couldn't remember a single thing.

With that thought, Olivia got out of bed and tiptoed out barefoot.

Although she couldn't remember what happened after she was drunk, she still remembered what had happened before that. She

remembered going with Tiana, but how did she come back? How did she end up in Sam's room?

Had Tiana sent her back? But... Why didn't she send her back to her house?

Or...

It seemed she could only get her answer outside.

Olivia smelled the aroma of food as soon as she opened the door. She was a little surprised. Was Sam cooking? Thus, she walked toward the kitchen, and as expected, he was there.

He was indeed making breakfast. However, it was the simplest, eggs on toast.

Sam glanced in her direction when he saw her shadow. Olivia subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her chest when their eyes met. "What?"

"You're awake?"

Sam beat another egg as she spoke. "Go wash up and eat some breakfast."

Hearing that, Olivia couldn't help looking at the eggs in his pan, tiptoed. She asked, downcasted, "Is it edible?"

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

Olivia wasn't in the mood to cook as she was exhausted and she had a headache. So, she gave up on the idea and went to wash up.

After Sam put the food on the table, Olivia sighed helplessly, "Don't tell me, this is your breakfast when you lived alone." "What's wrong with it?"

Olivia pointed at the food in front of her. "Eggs on toast. Your breakfast isn't nutritious at all."

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

His last words made Olivia upset.

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

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sentence, so Olivia misunderstood him.

After he clarified, Olivia's eyes widened. "Who's a foodie? Food is the first necessity in life. What I'm doing is called enjoying food. Understand?" However, he couldn't care less. He just lowered his head and ate as he still had to go to work.

Seeing that he ignored her, she picked up the toast and ate. She had thought it wasn't edible, but to her surprise, it wasn't bad.

However, Olivia wasn't in the mood to eat. She would rather know how she came back the night before.

However, it wasn't appropriate to ask directly. She asked casually after taking a few bites, "Umm... I seemed to have drunk too much last night."

Sam normally ate quickly. The food on his plate was nearly gone while hers was still full. He glanced at her plate, then at his. Hearing her question, he looked up.

"Don't you know whether you were drunk or not? You don't like the food?"

"No, no!" Olivia quickly waved her hand. "It's quite good. It's just that have a headache, so... I don't have much of an appetite. By the way, did I do anything awful last night?"

"What do you think?"

Sam retorted.

"Awful doesn't even begin to describe what you did," He thought.

She thought she was a character in a fantasy drama.

Hearing his retort, Olivia's heart sank. Even though she couldn't remember what happened the night before, she knew she must've embarrassed herself.