Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Olivia paused. "What do you mean?" "Before I met you, I worked to save more money. Now, I work so you can spend it. What's the point of earning money if you are leaving?" That wasn't the reply she was expecting from Sam. She was stunned for a long time, not sure of what to say.

A few moments later, she snorted coldly. "Don't think that I will forgive you just because you said these. Sam, what you are doing now by tormenting yourself is all useless to me. Just quit if you want to quit you job." She turned over to sleep after she finished her sentence, ignoring Sam after that.

He lowered his head and stared at her back with a soft sigh, and was in silence too.

When the night fell, Olivia slept with the child in her arms, while Sam guarded beside her. Perhaps he was afraid that she would run away, so he stayed in the sroom with her.

However, he wasn't allowed to sleep next to her on the bed, so he could only guard beside her.

When she woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, she saw him lying by the bed.

That had been the sleeping arrangement for the past few days. As a result, he couldn't sleep well. His eyes were murky and dull, his hair was a mess, and his face was full of stubble. Adding on to the scar that was already on his face, he looked even more ferocious and unkempt.

Olivia's hand unconsciously reached out towards the scar when she saw it.

She stopped right before she touched him and withdrew her hand.

Pa! Sam grabbed her small wrist suddenly and opened his eyes to look at her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she was surprised by his sudden movement. "Letgo!" She attempted to pull her hand back. He propped himself up as he continued to grip her wrist.

"Do you really hatethat much?" He asked sadly, "Do you not even want to touch my face? Or, do you regret marryingbecause I have scars on my face?" What? How did the scars on his face get involved in their argument? "What are you talking about? You already looked like this when we met. Why would I even be with you if I didn't like how you looked?" "Then, why do you want to leave me?" He held her hand tightly and said in a low voice, "Even I couldn't stand looking at my own face, yet you accepted it, but now you want to leavebecause of a small misunderstanding?" "A small misunderstanding?" Olivia looked at him with amusement, "Do you think I am making a big deal out of nothing? Was it not a big deal that you leftalone? It's just a very small misunderstanding, so tiny it's not even worth mentioning, right?" "That's not what I meant." "Then what were you trying to say?" She asked sternly, "What exactly did you mean?" Her eyes turned red and her nose twitched as she said, tears almost rolled out of her eyes. Just as she was about to break down crying, she turned her head away from him, not wanting to let him see her crying.

Despite her attempt to conceal her tears, Sam saw tears rolling down her cheeks onto the back of her hand.

His heart ached as though being stabbed by a knife as he look at her. He was upset at himself for causing so much pain to her.

He reached forward without a word and wrapped his arms around her shoulder. With his chin against her head, he whispered in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Don't cry. I didn't mean to say that." "It's my fault. I'm really useless. I couldn't make you stay and always make you angry." He apologized to Olivia continuously as tears streamed down her face.

The more she tried to wipe away, the faster the tears seemed to be streaming down. She was inconsolable towards the end.

It wasn't the first tthat she felt sel upset in the relationship since she was with Sam. However, she was always able to move on every time. She always comforted herself, and would tell Sam open-heartedly to leave the past behind.

It was perhaps that she had been doing that to herself for so long that she could no longer convince herself to do so when she cto that matter.

That night, Olivia cried to her heart's content. She pounded Sam's shoulder white crying. "I shouldn't have started the relationship with you. I should have aborted the baby.

Why was I so stupid? Was it because I slept with you? I modernthinking, strong ama and independent woman. Why did I do such a stupid thing? I could have found someone whom I like that likesback. Why did I choose to be with you?" She let out all her pent-up emotions as she cried, as well as the things she never had a chance to say Sam was frightened by what she said but he did not say another word. He was afraid that his explanation would set her off even more. He just hugged her tightly in silence. Eventually, Olivia got tired from crying and fell asleep in his arms. He carried her back to bed and tucked her in.

After settling Olivia, he saw the child who was dying next to her. He was staring at them with a pair of big round eyes. His eyes were deep, and bright, as if he understood what had happened just moments before.

Sam wasn't sure how long the baby had been awake. He reached to pick him up as he was afraid that he might cry and disturb Olivia.

The child would usually cry when carried by Sam. Surprisingly, he was quiet as Sam carried him then, and they went out of the room quietly.

He let out a heavy sigh after closing the door. Then, he reached out to poke the baby's cheek as he stared at him.

"Little guy, if you are really a good boy, please help your daddy. Don't let your mommy leave." He was at a complete loss on how to convince Ollie to stay.

The baby tilted his head and stared at him inquisitively. Sam smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it. What do you know? You are just a child." As Sam had not been to work for the past couple of days, Maddox called Sam to ask about his situation.

Sam was apologetic and explained everything to Maddox. He told him that he had urgent matters at hto tend to and could not go to the office for the tbeing. Maddox was silent for a long tbefore he asked suddenly, "Did you two get into an argument?" Sam paused for a moment before admitting to it helplessly.

"Ha." Maddox laughed at him unscrupulously and asked, "How long will it take for you to resolve the conflict? How long do you need?" Sam sighed as he recalled the scene of Olivia crying so fiercely in his arms that night.

"I'm not sure. Young Master Yardley, I'm sorry. If I don't have your permission, perhaps the company..." "Sam, are you a man?" Maddox scolded him out of the blue.

"What?" "Do you not know how to coax her?" Sam didn't know what to answer.

"Did you learn the Thirty-six Stratagem? If coaxing doesn't work, have you tried self-abuse? Have you En heard of the self-inflicted pain tactic?" Sam's eyebrows raised as if he was suddenly inspired by Maddox's suggestion. "Young Master Yardley, what are you..." "What? Take down notes. I am giving you personal advice from my past experience."

Sam did not expect Maddox to be the type of person to cout with h such suggestions. He wondered if that was what he did to coax Minerva when he got her angry. The self-inflicted pain tactic? How was he going to do it? X