Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

A thief with a guilty conscience? After Zaydon's smile froze for a moment, he seemed to have thought of something. He stopped a maid in front of him and asked coldly, "Where did Miss Dormer go all day?" After the maid stopped, she looked a little confused. She thought about it and shook her head, "Mr. Zaydon, I don't know where Miss Dormer went today. I only know that she dolled herself up before she went out, and she looked in a good mood and cback the same." It sounded like...there was nothing wrong.

But if there was nothing wrong, why did she feel so guilty when she saw him? Why did she run back to her room after saying those few words? There should be something wrong. Zaydon's face becserious. He waved to the maid and she left.

Zaydon stood in the sspot for a while, then turned around and went upstairs.

Monica was sitting at the dressing table, removing her makeup and preparing to take a shower. However, when she heard someone knocking on the door, she impatiently asked, "Who's there?" "Monica, it's me." Zaydon's voice rang out from the other side of the door. Monica's expression immediately changed. Zaydon? What was he doing here at this moment? "Is it convenient forto cin?" "No, no!" Monica cried out in panic. Then, she nervously grabbed a comb and forcefully shook her head.

She couldn't let him cin. If he knew that she went to see Maddox, he would definitely criticize her again. Besides that, she had a lot of things planned out. What should she do if the plans changed if Zaydon got involved? Zaydon, who was standing outside the door, heard the tension and panic in her voice, and his frown deepened. It seemed that his guess was right. He pursed his lips tightly and his eyes gradually becfrosty.

Why was this younger sister of his always so disobedient? What kind of magic charm did Maddox have to charm her like this? Zaydon sneered. "Why don't you letin? Are you feeling guilty?" Monica replied. "I, I'm going to take a bath." Bang! The next second, Zaydon kicked the door open.

His brutal actions surprised Monica so much that she stood up from her chair and looked at him in shock. "Zay, Zaydon..." He glanced at her. She had only removed half of her makeup, and it didn't look like she was going to take a shower at all. Monica panicked when she saw him enter.

"Why are you so flustered?" Zaydon's eye were fixated on her and walked slowly toward her. "Didn't you say you're going to take a shower? What happened? Your makeup has not been removed yet? Need my help?" "Don't cover!" Monica suddenly threw the comb in her hand at him! Bang! The comb was an extraordinarily pretty girlish comb and there were many shiny diamonds on it. Although it was not so heavy that it would kill people, it still hurt when it hit the body.

With a bang, the comb hit Zaydon's face.

Zaydon groaned because of the pain, yet his handsface was expressionless, but his eyes, which were always smiling like a fox's, were now tinged with disappointment. He raised his hand to cover the place where he had been hit and looked at Monica with a bitter smile.

"Am I that scary? To the point that I can't even talk normally to you?" The bitter smile on his face made Monica feel a little uncomfortable, but when she thought that he had barged into the room to stop her, her eyes immediately turned red. She reached out and grabbed another thing on the dressing table.

"I don't want to talk to you. Get out!" Zaydon's eyes beccolder. "Monica, I am your brother, and we are family. I can't let you do those things that hurt people." "No! I'm not hurting anyone at all. I just fell in love with a man. What's wrong with that? Zaydon, you are my brother... Can you stand on my side? I'm begging you. I only like him. It's not like I want to hurt anyone else." Zaydon shook his head helplessly and looked at her with eyes full of disappointment.

"You're not hurting others? You got close to him with his amnesia as an excuse. He doesn't want to get engaged to you, yet you force him to be with you. If this is not hurting, what is it? Monica, love is not possessing. Even if you really get him one day, you will not be happy." Monica shook her head. Like a madwoman, she mumbled, "No, as long as I'm with him, I'll be happy. Zaydon..don't worry aboutanymore.

In the future, no matter what I do, I'll take full responsibility for it myself. No matter what happens, I won't regret it." Zaydon wasn't sure if it was his illusion or what, but he always felt that Monica's behavior seemed abnormal. He frowned deeply.

What's wrong with her? Is she out of mind because she is begging for something that can never be hers? Zaydon thought, "Is it necessary forto take her to see a psychiatrist?" Thinking of this, he quickly made up his mind. "I can't let you do this to yourself. Tomorrow I will take you to see a psychiatrist." A psychiatrist? Hearing it, Monica gradually widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"Zaydon, you.. Do you think I have a mental problem?" Zaydon continued, "Why don't you look into the mirror? Look at yourself, what's the difference between you and someone who's out of their minds?"

Monica turned her head obediently to look into the mirror. Her eyes were wide open and half of her makeup had been shed. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hands were tightly holding on to the makeup remover, looking like a mad woman. She was so frightened that she threw away the remover in her hand and took a step back.

"Have you seen that? Are you also shocked by yourself like this? e Monica...since the matter has not yet been made known to everyone, let go, don't let others step on your dignity. The world is so big, you can get any outstanding man, right?"

However, no matter what Zaydon said behind her, Monica did not respond to him.

her, Monica ordered faintly, "Zaydon, get out, I want to be alone for a moment." Zaydon was helpless, "...Monica." to approach her. Whenche was abбит "If you don't go out, I'll commit suicide in front of you." She grabbed a piece of sharp fragment and placed it at her fair and tender neck. She looked at him with a faint expression in her eyes.

He was speechless.

"Get out!" Zaydon tried to convince her, "Okay, don't be impulsive. I'm going out now. Don't do anything stupid...Monica." After that, he looked at her deeply, then turned and went out of the room, closing the door for her. Zaydon stood at the door, stretching out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and looked back at the closed door.

When did Monica beclike this? If he had only suspected that there was something wrong with her mental health before, now Zaydon could almost be sure that she...was mentally ill.

What should he do next?