Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Quill did not reply.

Vera looked up at him and found that his jaw locked, looking somber.

Could it be that he was angry? Or had he felt humiliated because she insisted on clinging onto him? Feeling somewhat regretful, she thought she shouldn't have been so petulant. What was wrong with being alone? If anything, she could've walked with him. Was it really necessary for her to cling to him? How humiliating would it be for people to see a grown man like him like this? While Vera was still battling her inner thoughts, the delivery guy had already put the food on the dining table. Before he left, he said to Quill, "Enjoy your meal. Have a good rest of the day." Bang! After the door was closed, the two of them remained still for a while before Vera finally raised her head and asked weakly, "Are we not going to eat?" She should've just kept quiet. Quill lowered his head as soon as she spoke, looking at her with a menacing gaze. It was as if he was looking at his prey; her scalp tingled.

She blinked her eyes to avoid his gaze. "I-I'm just asking. It's fine if you don't want to eat... Mmph!" As soon as she finished talking, Quill's blazing breath drew in, and he kissed her hard while Vera's back collided with the door. But it didn't hurt because he placed his hand on her back in advance to cushion her.

His other hand lifted her chin, forcing her to take in his fervent kiss completely. It was overwhelming, like a raging storm.

She was like a sprout caught in the wind, getting destroyed by the storm.

Quill was so deadpan when he walked down the stairs, and he even looked angry with his tensed jaw when she talked to him.

But who would've thought he actually had this up his sleeve.

As they were occupied with getting their wedding ready, they didn't have the leisure to be amorous. So his hunger surprised Vera, and she was overwhelmed, pressed against the door.

But one thing good about it was that the fear she had from earlier that day had disappeared completely. He seemed to have the ability to do so to her. The last the saved her from being r*ped, he also managed to let her forget those unpleasant thoughts with a kiss.

Quill finally let her go after they kissed for a long time. Vera's body had turned into jelly, and Quill would have to hold on to her as she'd fall as soon as he let go.

Carrying her in his arms, he brought her to the sofa and took his tto fix her hair and clothes. His breathing had clearly been heavy earlier, but now he was back to normal.

the contrary, Vera was flushed, and her breathing grew rapid when he was fixing her hair and clothes. She was too embarrassed to look up into his eyes.

The two of them sat quietly for nearly five minutes.

"Dinner?" He probed.

Vera nodded.

"Can you walk on your own?" And with that, Vera immediately climbed down from Quill's embrace and said angrily, "Of course." Then, she walked toward the dining table. However, just after taking a couple of steps, her legs turned into jelly. Fortunately, Quill caught her in tand pulled her back into his arms.

"Why don't I carry you there." Although he sounded indifferent, there was a lace of ridicule in his eyes when Vera looked up. She blushed and subliminally explained herself, "I- 1... It's probably because I haven't eaten, and I'm a little hungry, so my legs were shaky." "I see," Quill said faintly in the face of her explanation, picking her up from the ground with ease and walked to the dining table.

Vera grew obsessed with it when all she got in reply was a simple "I see". What did he mean by that? "I'm telling the truth. I've been sleeping since I cback in the afternoon, so I hadn't eaten anything. Maybe my legs are shaky because my sugar level is low. Not because of..." While she was still explaining, Quill suddenly looked at her and asked, "How about ssoup first?" Stumped, she watched as Quill filled up a bowl of soup for her. What was he doing? She was here explaining, but he didn't take it seriously. She felt that the more she explained, the worse it became. With that thought, Vera said angrily, "I don't want to eat anymore." "No?" "No!" Livid, she was only digging herself deeper while he couldn't be bothered to listen to her explanation at all. Quill pursed his lips as he stared at her. She couldn't tell what was going through his mind but only that he was making a decision.

After a while, he suddenly put down the bowl and unbuttoned his suit jacket.

Vera didn't take it seriously, thinking he only wanted to take off his jacket to eat. But to her surprise, he started unbuttoning his shirt after putting the jacket on the chair next to him.

At first, Vera just sat there, but she finally realized what he was trying to do when he undid the third button, moving on to the fourth.

"What are you doing?" "You said you don't want to eat anymore." Quill undid the fourth button as he said faintly, "Then let's continue where we left off." He was nonchalant. As if he was talking about something very normal.

On the contrary, Vera becnervous at his words. Continue where they left off because she ho e longer wanted to eat? What bullsh*t! She immediately said, "No, no way. I want to eat." Then, she took all the food out and opened the lids. Hearing that, Quill paused and narrowed his eyes, staring at her.

"You hungry now?" "Yes!" Vera nodded. She was indeed famished, but there was the elephant in the room; she was pregnan They couldn't do the deed! Moreover, she had been frightened these two days. If they were to do anything, she was afraid something would happen to the baby.

In fact, it had been the least of her worries before as Quill seemed to be rather tabout this somewhat dispassionate. The one tthey ever did it was during their so-called honeymoon trip. It was the sfor Vera too. She

just felt a little strange as she heard men tended to be eager about doing it with their beloved woman. But Quill being Quill, he could still hold himself back when he was drugged so badly that night on the island. Sometimes, Vera wondered if he wasn't that interested in her or that he just had great control over his desires. Regardless, she never doubted his feelings for her. She could feel his love and care. After all, apart from actually doing the deed, he proved to her he was lascivious.

Perhaps, he really had the ability to control himself? Or maybe because he was much older, so something like that was out of his depths? X