Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Beanie and Vera headed out.

Minerva was really tired. After all, she had not slept well the night before. On top of that, she even rolled off her pillow during her afternoon nap. Hence, her neck was hurting.

After her surroundings fell into silence, Minerva soon fell asleep on the sofa.

In her dream, she was walking in a forest.

Fog filled the woods, obscuring the path ahead.

Minerva stood alone in the middle of the forest, completely lost.

What was going on? "That child of yours. Who is his father?" All of a sudden, a cold male voice echoed from all directions, startling Minerva. She turned frantically, trying to locate the source of the voice.

However, there was no one around her.

"What on earth have you been doing behind my back for the past five years?" The male voice sounded closer and stronger. Its oppressive presence made it hard for her to lift her head.

Although she clearly wasn't in the wrong, for sreason, Minerva was pressured to retreat.

All of a sudden, she knocked into something hard.

Minerva turned her head to see a handsman. His face was cold but determined.

"Ah! It's you!" Minerva screamed out in alarm. She turned around in an attempt to flee.

However, like an iron chain, the man's arm circled around her waist. Then, with his other hand, he clamped her shoulders, trapping her between the big tree and his body.

In her dream, Maddox was not gentle at all.

He was completely different from the man under the tree at the entrance of the hospital.

Minerva could feel the rough texture of the tree trunk. The tree bark ground against her back until it hurt. Furthermore, the eyes of the man in front of her were filled with a dark haze and a black aura surrounded him.

"Answer my question!" He demanded in his low voice.

Minerva's eyes fell to the ground. She was too nervous to speak.

Grabbing her chin, Maddox forced her to look at him.

"Speak! Whose child is that? For the past five years, whose child did you carry behind my back!?" "Letgo!" Minerva was furious; she wanted to push him away but was unable to do so. The man's hand wrapped tightly around her like a relentless demon. Just as the tension was about to explode, Minerva shouted, "Did you lose your memory? I was already pregnant five years ago. You knew it at that time, this child..." Although she had not completed her sentence, the man before her was already entranced by her words. He looked at her in disbelief.

After a while, he once again grabbed her chin, gnashing his teeth. "He is the child of that hooligan? D*mn it! You really gave birth to the child! Why are you so shameless?" Minerva said, "Letgo!" Without any hesitation, Maddox pressed his cold and emotionless thin lips on hers without warning.

He kissed her forcefully and pried her lips with his teeth.

Their kiss was tainted by blood.

It was rough, leaving no room gentleness.

She didn't want to partake in such a crude act! "No, don't!" Screaming in fright, she opened her eyes to see the snow white ceiling. The crystal chandelier was hanging not far away in her sight.

It took a while for Minerva to gain her bearings. Then, she wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with her hand. Why did it turn out like that? She had actually dreamt of Maddox again. Furthermore, it was such a terrifying nightmare.

Indeed, Maddox was a nightmare to her...

Five years...

It had been five years...

Yet, she still hadn't escaped her inner demons.

That man... she should have long forgotten about him.

Upon thinking of that, Minerva took in a deep breath. Her entire body was curled up on the sofa like a helpless child. In the hospital.

"Sir, the soup has gotten cold," Sam kindly reminded him.

Maddox held on to his phone. He had been frowning all this while and his expression was one of displeasure.

Upon hearing Sam's reminder, his face turned stony. In a cold voice, he rebuked, "You don't have to remind me." "It's no longer edible." "Then throw it," he said resolutely.

Sam asked, "Then should I get someone to send you a new one?" "No!" Maddox unbuttoned his collar agitatedly. He felt his body temperature rise in anger as well.

It was clearly out of office hours. Minerva definitely had enough tto get home. So, why wasn't she replying to his message? D*mn it.

Was she really ignoring him? Did he have to beg her to cover tand tagain? Or did she want him to torture himself? However, Maddox knew in his heart that he could not play the strick from the previous night.

He was afraid that if he played that trick too often, Minerva would only feel disgusted by him.

But... He had to see her.

Thinking of that, Maddox becincreasingly agitated.

As Maddox's assistant, Sam did not like to see him so moody all day. He wanted to resolve Maddox's issues too. Therefore, Sam began, "Why don't..." "Why don't? What? Speak." "Since Miss Hanover doesn't want to see you, you could go to see her instead." Maddox paused when he heard that. It seemed like a good idea to him.

However...

"Give Miss Hanover a few days to rest. After all, she has been taking care of you in the hospital for a few days. If she keeps running back and forth, her body will not be able to bear it. While she is resting, Young Master Yardley, you will also have a good rest and then be discharged from the hospital..." Hearing that, Maddox understood Sam's meaning.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked him up and down.

Under Maddox's gaze, Sam's feet turned cold. He began to doubt if he had said something wrong just now. Otherwise, why was Maddox looking at him like that? "If you think what I said was unacceptable, then..." "Yes, sure. I agree." Maddox interrupted Sam halfway through. "Get someone to make a meal and send it over." Since he wanted to recover, he had to eat well. He couldn't continue to be useless like this.

However, it was hard for him to think clearly when he was so involved.

In recent days, Minerva had worked so hard to take care of him.

Therefore, she had to return to favor with the work she had piled up. Yet, the there he was, trying to call her over. Although she had been asleep deep in the night, she had run out of bed for him only with her coat on. Maddox only knew how much of a jerk he was when he recalled that she had rushed over in her pajamas.

Sam was taken aback by his agreement. "Sir, do you really want someone to send the food here?" "Yes." Maddox nodded.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Sam hurried to the door to make a phone call.

At the stime, Sam felt very proud. It seemed that his advice was of great use. After ax, he had thought of the best solution. However, everything had been caused by Minerva. To Maddox, Sam had no place at all as a mere assistant.

Forget it, Sam thought to himself. He wouldn't fight a woman for a position.