Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1315

Seeing his gaze, Vera roughly knew Quill understood what she meant. At this time, David also came to his senses. "Vivy, what are you whispering to Quill? Come on, Quill, let's continue drinking." "Okay, Mr. Zais."

Quill raised his glass and clinked it against David's.

One glass, two glasses, three glasses...

Vera grew rather anxious as they didn't have any intention of stopping.

She had already told Quill about it. Could it be that he didn't understand what she was implying? This was impossible. Given his intelligence, he should be able to guess even if she didn't say anything. So what was his reason for doing so?

Just as Vera was about to say something, Quill appeared to be a little drunk, but he was still able to firmly place his glass on the table. Then she flashed David an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zais. I can't drink anymore."

Hearing this, David was instantly overjoyed. He slapped his thigh and said, "Quill, are you already drunk? You're really not good at drinking!"

Mabie, who was listening at the side, pinched David, and he knew what she meant, but he was still elated at the moment.

"You really can't drink anymore? I was just warming up. I haven't drunk to my heart's content."

Actually, David had already drunk a lot, and he knew that he couldn't drink too much. However, once they started drinking, as long as the other person was still going, he was ashamed to say stop. Thus, he could only continue drinking.

If Quill was drunk, then he would feel a sense of achievement, and he wouldn't have to keep drinking. It would be a win-win situation.

Therefore, David asked Quill to continue drinking with him on the surface, but deep down, he wished for him to get drunk soon. If he was drunk, then David wouldn't have to drink anymore.

Quill didn't let him down. He supported his forehead with one hand and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zais. I really can't drink anymore."

David said, "How can you do that? We've only been drinking for a short while. Quill, you..."

"Stop it, you." Mabie pinched David again. Her pinch was a little harder this time; she even glared at him as she complained, "Can't you be more like an elder? Quill already said he can't drink anymore, yet you still want him to drink?"

David coughed gently and waved his hand. "Fine, since Quill can't drink anymore, then let's stop. Vivy, give your boyfriend some hangover soup, and then take him to rest."

Upon hearing this, Vera was greatly relieved. She quickly took the hangover soup to Quill's side and said, "Drink some first, then I'll take you to rest."

Quill took a few mouthfuls before Vera took him to rest.

Once they left, David finally let go of the glass in his hand and leaned on the table weakly. He sighed and said, "Vera's boyfriend... He can really drink."

Hearing this, Mabie really couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. She said in disgust, "Of course. Besides, he's still young. What do you have to gain from making him drunk? If possible, he will become our son-in-law!"

David laid on the table motionlessly. Hearing this, he just said, "You don't understand. I'm testing him."

"Test? For what?" Mabie asked.

"I'm testing his love for Vera," David replied.

Mabie was even more speechless

when she heard that. "Test his love? Sure, you can test his love for our daughter by drinking." "Hmph, you don't understand. I don't want to explain it to you!" David, who was a little drunk, began to act like a child. Mabie could only cajole him to drink the hangover soup. Unexpectedly, David said, "Who wants to drink that kind of thing? I have good alcohol tolerance. I don't need it at all. Take it away, take it away. I don't want to drink it."

"You don't want to drink it? I've put a lot of effort into making this hangover soup. Do you believe I'll hit you if you don't drink it?"

David fell silent.

Meanwhile, Vera helped Quill into her room. When she saw her girly bed, Vera suddenly realized something.

Why did she bring him to her room? They have a guest room; she could totally bring him there.

Just when Vera was hesitating if she should change her course halfway, Quill had already laid on the bed with her help.

Vera was speechless.

Alright, was impossible

change rooms anymore.

After Quill laid down, he closed his eyes and pinched his temples. He frowned slightly and looked like he was in pain.

"Are you alright?" Vera originally felt awkward, but when she saw him like this, all the awkwardness was gone. She quickly sat down at the edge of the bed and looked at Quill nervously.

She suddenly thought of something, got up, and said, "Wait a minute."

Then she ran into the bathroom, washed and twisted a towel, and ran back to wipe Quill's sweat.

Quill drank a lot of wine. In fact, he could drink a lot, but he would still felt uncomfortable after drinking too much. He felt something cold wipe his forehead. Quill opened his eyes and saw that Vera was nervously and carefully wiping his face for him.

Seeing him open his eyes, Vera couldn't help but say, "Why didn't you listen to me? If you admitted defeat earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer. Isn't it uncomfortable being drunk? Should I make more hangover soup?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Quill held her hand.

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"Don't worry, I'm fine," Quill pursed his lips and said faintly. Actually, there was a reason why he did not admit defeat so soon. As a man, how could he not tell David was testing him? It was okay for him to admit defeat, but he couldn't do it too early or too late. Therefore, Quill could only control the time and his drinking and admit defeat at the right time.

So from the look in David's eyes, he likely succeeded.

However, it was best not to tell Vera about these things.

Quill took the towel from her hand and then exerted a little force. Vera's body leaned forward, and then a hand wrapped around her, holding her tightly.

Just like that, Vera was lying directly on Quill's body.

"Umm..."

What was he doing? Vera subconsciously wanted to struggle. After all, they were in her home, and her parents were there. She didn't close the door when she helped him in. If Mabie ran in because she was worried, what would she do when her mother saw them like this?

That would be very awkward.

Just as Vera was struggling, Quill tightened the strength in his hand, and he rested his chin on her head. The girl's sweet smell lingered in his nose.

"Don't move. Let me hold you for a while."

His voice was hoarse, but it was deeply imprinted on Vera's heart.