Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1409

However, Olivia didn't wait for him that night but had gone to sleep with the pillow in her arms. She didn't wrap her hands around his arm and asked for a goodnight kiss either.

The sense of disparity unsettled Sam.

However, he didn't ponder over it but only touched his lips, then got under the quilt, lying down on the other side of the bed.

Olivia slept soundly, as though she had no idea of Sam's emotional turmoil.

Sam, who was leaning on his side, looked at the back of her head and sighed.

That girl had been furious during the day, but she was now sleeping soundly facing away from him, or perhaps she was angry but soon decided to leave it behind.

As the thought lingered, Sam failed to fall asleep for a long time.

When he woke up the next day, Olivia was no longer by his side. Shocked, he immediately sat up to touch where Olivia had laid. It was cold as if she had never been there.

Where had she gone?

With a frown, he got out of bed and walked out.NôvelDrama.Org content.

As soon as he opened the bedroom door, Sam saw Olivia sitting on the sofa watching a fantasy series while eating the breakfast she had made. As she had heard the sound, Olivia turned to look at Sam and smiled.

"Oh, you're awake? I didn't know when you'd wake up, so I didn't make your breakfast. You're going to work today, aren't you? You can buy some breakfast on your way to work."

After that, as though nothing had happened, she continued eating her breakfast.

Sam couldn't help raising his eyebrows. The coffee table was filled with food, yet she said she hadn't prepared any for him.

She was clearly still angry, and did not want him to eat her cooking.

Sam went back to the room to brush his teeth. After he came out again, he did not leave the house but sat down beside Olivia.

"Are you able to finish all of them by yourself?" Sam asked.

"What are you planning?" Olivia reached out to protect her breakfast and shot him a wary look. "None of this is yours. Go make your own breakfast."

"I'm worried you won't be able to finish the food and let it go to waste. So I want to help you out."

Sam reached for a sandwich without abandon, but Olivia snatched it away and took a bite right in front of him.

Stumped for a moment, he reached for another one.

Olivia grabbed it and took a bite too.

That wasn't all. She took a bite out of all the food on the table and set them back on the plate. After that, she looked smugly at Sam.

"I've taken a bite of all the food. What can you do about it?" Her expression said.

Dumbfounded for quite a while, Sam had not anticipated Olivia to be that childish. When he regained his composure, he heard Olivia say, "I've bitten all the food here, and I'm going to finish it all. If you want breakfast, go make it yourself."

"You're still angry after a night's sleep?" Sam asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Olivia tilted her head and nibbled at a sandwich, watching TV as she ate, ignoring Sam point-blank. Olivia thought Sam would not eat anything on the table since she'd bitten it all. Contrary to her expectations, he took one of the bitten sandwiches and began to eat.

Olivia reeled.

What was he doing? Did he not mind eating her leftovers?

As if he could read her mind, Sam said, "We've already kissed. Do you think I'd be repelled by a sandwich you bit?"

Speechless, she glared daggers at him.

F*ckthat b*stard!

"Am I wrong?" Sam glanced at Olivia. Being a man, he ate fast. With only a couple of bites, he finished the sandwich in front of Olivia and took another one.

"Hey, stop it! Isn't one enough for you?"

"Of course not." Sam glanced at her indifferently. "I'm going to work today. Do you have anything you want me to buy?"

Olivia had wanted to say no, but she ended up giving Sam a long list. Either way, he had incurred her wrath, so she would take his efforts as punishment.

Time flew by quickly.

Vera's wedding dress was finally ready for the final fitting. When she tried it on, it was slightly loose, but there was still some time before the wedding, so it'd probably fit just right by then.

When the designer saw that the dress was only slightly loose on Vera, she was surprised and suggested taking Vera's measurements again. Vera agreed.

After the designer was done, she put on a fine display of surprise. "Mrs. Hanover, all your measurements are the same as before except for your waist."

Embarrassment flashed across Vera's face at that, but it quickly disappeared.

However, the designer was able to

capture the swift change in Vera's expression. A sudden realization

struck her, and she said with a smile,

"You're expecting, aren't you?"

Seeing that she had been found out, Vera didn't deny it but nodded.

"Mm."

"Congratulations. I was wondering why you asked me to size up your dress. I see. Don't worry. At this rate, the dress will fit you perfectly even on your wedding day!"

"Thank you, but can you keep it a secret for the time being?"

Hearing that, the designer understood what Vera was getting at. "So you haven't told Mr. Hanover the good news? Alright, I understand. I'll definitely keep it to myself."

The bridal chamber was almost

ready. The Hanover Villa remained the same Quill had way too many properties, after looking through them all, Vera still preferred

the

To be frank, she had somet

private villa she had been to before.

selfserving reason.

Because it was the villa he had taken her to after saving her.

It was also where they had their first kiss.

Every time Vera recalled it, her heart would throb.

Hence, the bridal chamber had to be there.

That night, Vera brought the wedding dress back to the villa.

When Quill came home from work, Vera was standing on the ladder, wiping a ceiling lamp. He frowned immediately at the sight.

"Just leave them to the cleaner. Why are you doing it?"

As Quill spoke, he hurried to the ladder and added, "Come down. What if you fall?"

Vera let out a cry and answered, "I won't. I'll be extremely careful."

"Vera, listen to me."

"Give me a second; I'm almost done."

Eager to reach the lamp, Vera stretched her hand out. However, Quill had a sense of foreboding.