Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1101

It was the first time Vera had lost her temper and used such harsh words.

She meant it too. Now that she had found out about Quill and Ernest's connection, she felt that Quill was just taking pity on her. She was angry and humiliated!

She was so furious that she bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from screaming, and her eyes were burning with rage.

But just then, Quill suddenly took out a pen and wrote a note in front of her.

What was he doing?

Vera looked at the note and looked at Quill as if she was asking what he meant.

"This is my company's address. If you must do deliveries, then send them to my office. I'll pay for them."

Vera was at a loss for words.

Hearing this, Vera finally understood his intentions.

Ernest, who was standing aside, really couldn't help but feel for his friend when he saw their interaction. Perhaps... he shouldn't have called

Quill here that day.

Or he should have left after asking Quill to come. Perhaps then Vera wouldn't have noticed that they were friends.

Before Vera's anger subsided, Quill's offer fueled it further. She felt that the reason she could get the space for the restaurant was because of someone else's pity. Now, he even wanted to mind her delivery business. He must have felt that her delivery that day was pitiful as well.

After all, many people don't consider food delivery a real job, and they would usually make judgments on people like them, like the receptionist who looked at her in disdain.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She glared at the note in his hand and felt the anger in her grow larger.

She slowly reached out her hand and took the note.

Quill pursed his thin lips and looked at Vera. Something didn't feel right.

"Then I really have to thank President Hanover for your generosity. But my restaurant is small; I don't think well be able to serve such a big company like the Hanover Corporation."

After saying that, Vera crumpled the note into a ball in front of Quill.

"I meant it when I said I won't pester you anymore. Also, being infatuated with you was my own choice; it has nothing to do with you. It's only normal for you to reject me; you don't have to feel bad for it, nor do you need to take pity on me. I don't need it."

She opened her palm and let the ball of paper fall off.

As it fell to the ground, Vera flashed a condescending smile. Then she turned and rushed off.

Quill frowned and could only watch Vera's back as she got further away. Ernest couldn't stand to watch them anymore and urged Quill.

"Aren't you going after her?"

Quill was rooted to the ground and did not move. His thin lips were tightly pressed together.

"I really don't get you. You've rushed over here all anxious- like, just to piss her off? Do you even know how to speak? Even if you've never been in relationships, you can't be this ignorant!" Quill ignored him. He shifted his gaze to the paper that Vera had crumpled into a ball.

During the party, Vera told him that she wouldn't be pestering him anymore and rejected his offer to send her home but accepted Sam's ride

instead.

He knew he caused Vera a lot of pain, so he didn't force anything. Besides, he had never been the type of person to force things on people. It was up to Vera to make her own choices. He never imagined having anything between them.

After all, he always preferred to be alone and never planned on getting married or having kids. So it was beyond his expectations for someone like Vera to pursue him aggressively. And that person just so happened to be his sister's friend. So from the very beginning... Quill had nowhere to run.

In the end...

Realizing his train of thought, Quill stopped himself. He wouldn't allow himself to think about it anymore.

Ernest had known Quill for many years, and he could tell what was exactly on his mind. He crossed his arms and said with a side-eye.

Knowing your personality, you

definitely won't go after her. So let me ask you this, is it true that you've rejected her before? When you came to me in the beginning, I gathered you were interested in her, but you didn't want to admit it. Who would've thought... you two have such a history. No wonder you didn't want her to know. It turns out that you have a guilty conscience."

Upon hearing this, Quill suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Ernest.

Ernest gave a slight smirk.

"What? Was I wrong? She ran off in anger because of you. Since we've been friends for years, just say the word, and I'll go smoother, things out with her for you. How about that?"

"Scram."

Quill couldn't take it anymore. He let off a frustrated grunt at Ernest and walked away.

The matter at the police station had already been resolved; Ernest had no reason to stay. He saw Quill walk away and followed.

"If you don't let her know your

feelings, she never know your real intentions. Do you know how hard it is to understand a woman? If you don't explain it to her, she won't see what you're doing for her is because you like her. Instead, she'll only think you're doing all this to humiliate her."

Like...

That word made Quill's heart tremble a little. He still didn't answer and strode forward.

"You really don't need my help?"

Ernest wasn't giving up.

Quill finally stopped.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Are you so bored? Why do you care about these things?"

Upon hearing this, Ernest raised his eyebrows and said, "If I didn't care, Vera may have been..."

Ernest didn't need to finish as it was self-evident. Quill had a headache. "I'm not talking about this."

"What are you referring to then?"

Quill didn't answer.

"Are you too embarrassed to say it?

How about I help you verbalize it

then? You rejected Vera, and now

you regret it. So, you came to me and hoped that I would help you. you didn't rush here today, I would still be uncertain of my hunch would have assumed you were simply trying to make up for rejecting her. But seeing you now, I'm certain my guess was correct. You do have feelings for her, don't you?"

Quill felt that his heart was suddenly struck by something, and the pain spread throughout his body. There was a hint of cruelty between his eyes.

He responded coldly, "Stop speaking such outrageous things and tarnish someone else's reputation."

After that, he turned and left, and this time he strode off much faster.

However, both of them were men with long legs. Even if Quill walked faster, Ernest would be able to keep up easily.

"Why do I think that you're angry? If you didn't care about Vera, why did you rush to the police station? I gave you a call, and you arrived at the police station ten minutes later. Isn't your office located quite a distance from here?"

Probably because he prodded Quill's sore spot, he stopped to give Ernest a deathly glare.