Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1276

She could do anything she wanted?

Vera's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him in bewilderment.

"Or is it that you've never taken my words to heart?" Quill asked again.

Vera immediately shook her head and said, "No. How can I not take your words to heart? I remember every word you say."

"Then why are you still so afraid of me?"

Vera couldn't answer.

Her worries and fears came from loving him.

She couldn't actually say it was because she liked him too much and that she had been rejected too much in the past, so she was afraid and insecure. She even felt that it was all just a midsummer night's dream.

Because this dream was too good to be true.

She sometimes even felt that perhaps she was just living in a dream. She couldn't tell which was the reality.

"Silly girl," Quill sighed; he embraced her and rested his chin on her head. There was slight helplessness in his tone as he said, "You have to have a little more faith in me, or, maybe, you have to be more confident in yourself."

In his embrace, Vera closed her eyes.

"It's not just you. I like you too."

With a gentle and deep voice, he spoke his true feelings from the bottom of his heart.

Vera felt her heart fill up bit by bit. Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded.

"Are you going to hide anymore?" Quill asked.

Vera shook her head hard, "No. I'll face every problem with you. I won't hide."

Actually, after thinking about it, nothing really happened. It was just that she was too nervous and uneasy, so that was why she overthought.

She had to overcome this kind of mindset in the future.

"Then, let's talk about... what you said just now."

What?

Talk about what she said just now? What was it?

Vera blinked and had a bad feeling.

Quill moved back a little and stared at her, "Just now, you said..."

He had a faint smile. Although he did not finish his sentence, Vera's face had already flushed in an instant. She covered Quill's mouth and exclaimed, "Don't talk nonsense. I didn't say anything just now."

"Oh?" Quill laughed lightly. Vera could feel his breath on her palm; it was like fire, burning her hand.

It nearly scalded her.

Vera freaked out and wanted to retract her hand, but Quill beat her to it and clasped her wrist.

"What are you hiding for?" His voice was hoarse, "Didn't you just say no more hiding? You've forgotten already?"

Vera was flustered. "What we talked about is different from this..."

She meant she wouldn't be so sensitive anymore, and not this, "You are misinterpreting my words on purpose!"

"How am I misinterpreting it? Didn't you say it yourself?"

However, it seemed that no matter how Vera put it, Quill had no intention of letting her off. He went closer to her as they spoke; their breath intertwined. "S-So what... if I said it?! 1-1 just..."

"It doesn't matter what it is." Quill clasped her wrist once more. He arched his back and planted a kiss on her forehead, "As long as you said it."

Vera was flabbergasted.

She felt she was losing out.

She was only just saying it; Quill wouldn't actually drag her out, would he?

Just as Vera was thinking about it, Quill had indeed carried her in his arms and walked out of the lounge.

Vera was gobsmacked.

"Hold up!" She tugged on his collar frantically and stared at him with wide eyes, "Are you serious? It was just saying it. You..."

Quill stopped in his tracks and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Just saying it? But what if I took it seriously?"

"T-Took it seriously? Impossible!" Vera felt like she was unable to speak. She stammered.

"You don't believe me?" Quill placed her on the sofa and propped his hands on her sides. His intense masculine aura enveloped her.

Vera shuddered instinctively. It was the first time she truly understood what chaotic was.

Was he joking? They were in his office.

She was not that wild.

She came frequently; if they really did it here, how could she look at the office and the sofa the same way ever again?

Thinking of this, Vera felt that she should say something to remediate the situation.

"Um... This is an office. It w-wouldn't be right if we do it here..."

"Really?" Quill said as his lips curved upward slightly, "Don't you think this is a good place?"

He leaned in as he spoke. His lips

lingered between her neck and collarbone; his warm breath brushed

against her neck, and shed

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made her

tremble.

Her hand, that was grabbing onto his collar, subconsciously clenched into a fist. She was extremely nervous.

"You... Listen to me. It's really... not good here. Why don't we... change a place?"

What was she saying...

Why did she make it sound like she was looking forward to it? Vera really wanted to end herself...

Just as Vera was about to cry from nervousness, Quill suddenly chuckled as he leaned on her neck. He fixed her clothes and ruffled the back of her head.

"Alright. Don't be afraid. How can I actually do it to you here?"

What? Does this mean he was not going to continue? Vera felt much more relieved, and her anxious heart slowly calmed down. "Good girl."

He coaxed her gently and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Pack up your things. Minerva might be looking for me for something." Speaking of Minerva, Vera remembered how she had abandoned her just now. She scolded her for being a crappy friend in her heart. "So, are you going to look for Minerva now?"

"I'll go later. I'll send you home after I take you to dinner."

"Oh, okay."

Ten minutes later.

Vera blushed as she walked out of the office

the Quill. After they took

the elevator down, they bumped into the same senior managers who were also leaving.

Seeing them, Vera instantly hid behind Quill. She couldn't face anyone at all.

Quill nodded at them expressionlessly. Then, he brought his girl to his car and left together.

After they left, the senior managers looked at each other.

"What's going on? Why did President Hanover come down so quickly?"

"Could it be that President Hanover looks young and strong on the outside, but he's actually..."

One of them purposely dragged the last word. Everyone else immediately understood what he meant, and all of them looked awful.

They felt as if they discovered something horrible.

"Shh! President Hanover cannot know this, or else we will be in deep trouble."

"Let's go, hurry."

"It's such a pity. President Hanover is not that old. How is it that he..."