Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Quill looked at this message and kept silent for a while. Then, he locked the screen and put it away.

How could he not know Minerva's personality? Although she was the one who sent the previous message, the tone of the latter sentence did not sound like her. Besides, it was not difficult to guess who was next to her at that moment.

It was, of course, Beanie.

This little fellow was actually so ambitious that he was trying to push the idea onto his own uncle? "Let's wait and see how I'll deal with him later," Quill thought.

"Well..." Vera put the phone away and looked at Quill. She wanted to speak but stopped on second thought. Quill looked at her emotionlessly and asked, "What's wrong?" "How many more guests do we have to make a toast with?" Vera bit her lower lip and asked. After asking, she felt too embarrassed. Would Quill, the Prince Charming be annoyed when she asked this? "Are you tired too?" Quill asked in return.

"No, no!" Vera shook her head reflexively and answered with an embarrassed smile, "I'm fine. It has only been a while so why would I be tired? I'm just asking." In fact, Vera was indeed exhausted but there was nothing she could do. The dress that the servants had prepared for her had to be worn with this pair of high-heeled shoes. However, she seemed to have eaten too much recently, thus her feet beca little swollen. She could barely fit into the pair of shoes.

When Vera was able to fit into the shoes, she felt great. Then, when she got up and walked for a few steps, she found that it was fine too.

However, at that moment, since she had accompanied Quill to socialize with many guests, her feet were so painful that she almost couldn't stand on her feet. Sobbing in her heart, she felt as if she was about to fall down at any moment.

But for Quill's sake, Vera had been enduring the pain.

"How's your drinking tolerance?" Quill asked while observing her.

Vera was taken aback for a moment, and then she answered, "Not bad, I guess. It's okay to drink for a while longer." She acted as if she was afraid that Quill would chase her away.

Besides, what kind of person was Quill? He had never had any woman around him for so many years. Apart from his beloved sister, Minerva, there was only another woman who was close to him, which was Juliette Shaprio. In the beginning, Juliette also admired him, but it was a pity that this man had no talent in love. Furthermore, his EQ was so low that it was frightening.

For example, he would always take a girl's answer literally without asking her the second time.

Just like Vera. When he asked her if she was tired and how much could she drink, it was not out of politeness at all. He was asking truthfully. Therefore, when Vera said that she was not tired and that her drinking tolerance was manageable, Quill just took it literally.

Hence, Vera could only lament bitterly in her heart afterwards.

While toasting, Vera endured the pain and dizziness. She scolded herself in her heart. "Why should I suffer like this? Well... It was all for Quill after all." If it was for any other man, she would have left.

Mr. Luther.' After another round of toasting, Vera gulped down another glass of wine. Mr. Luther looked at her with a smile and said, "Your drinking tolerance is quite good. May I ask who you are?" As soon as he finished speaking, Vera, who had just drunk a glass of wine, could no longer take it. Hence, she fell to the ground at once.

Mr. Luther's expression changed and he quickly reached out to hold her. The softness and fragrance of the woman blew on his face and he felt enchanted. Just as he wanted to say something, a pair of big hands had reached out and took Vera back.

Mr. Luther looked up and noticed that it was Quill who took Vera back.

Quill supported Vera and let her lean on his shoulder with no expression on his face. He asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?" It was only when she had heard Quill's voice that Vera regained her senses. She slowly raised her head and looked at him with a hazy look in her eyes.

"Why do I feel... like the world is spinning?" Vera rubbed her eyes with a blank look and looked at the person in front of her.

She was probably really drunk. Her eyes were blurred and she stared at him for a long time. Normally, she wouldn't dare to look at him in the eyes for this long. Ever since she had kissed him twice in the past, she had been avoiding him, like a mouse avoiding a cat.

However, from the way Vera was acting at this moment, it clearly meant that she was indeed drunk.

Quill recalled what she had said earlier and could only shake his head.

"Don't drink if you can't handle it. Why are you forcing yourself? Mr. Luther, please excuse us. Allowto send her back first. Do help yourself." "Sure." Mr. Luther smiled and watched as they left.

After all, she was Minerva's friend, thus Quill was quite considerate towards Vera. He held Vera's thin arm and was ready to send her to the guest room to rest.

While they were walking, the alcohol was kicking in pretty badly.

Vera was so drunk that she was about to lose her consciousness. She began to resist and even refused to go forward.

"I don't want to go!" Quill was speechless.

His head ached as soon as he saw her sitting down on the cold floor. As she was wearing a skirt, her pair of fair and beautiful legs were exposed when she sat on the floor.

It was a bit dazzling.

Quill looked away subconsciously, for fear that he would remember her in such a state forever.

After thinking for a moment, he took off his blazer and draped it over her body.

"Get up." His order left no room for rejection.

Vera pouted her lips in grievance and said, "I won't get up. My feet hurt!" Quill narrowed his eyes. "Your feet hurt?" At this moment, Vera was just like a little girl. She pointed at her feet with red eyes and said, "The shoes are too small. It makes my feet hurt." Quill looked down at her feet and found that the shoes were indeed too small. They were biting into her feet tightly and the areas that were too tight had obviously left red bruises. There were even blood stains on the parts where the skin was torn.

Quill frowned at the sight.

"It hurts." Vera complained again and then reached out to pull her shoes off.

Quill saw her impulsive moverments and instantly rebuked, "Don't move!" Vera ignored him and pretended to be snobbish. Quill's voice was a little sharp as he grabbed her hand to stop her actions.

"Didn't I tell you not to move?" He was being too fierce and Vera really didn't dare to move at that very moment.

Quill lowered his head, held her fair ankles and slowly took off her shoes.

The shoes gnawed on her flesh so tightly. Hence, it would still hurt no matter what method was used to take off the shoes. The only thing he could do was to be gentle so as to prevent the wound from getting worse.

Vera was in so much pain that she shed tears. She cried out, "Be gentler... Ouch..."

Quill took off her shoes carefully and didn't pay attention to her plea He just frowned and finally took off the shoes on her feet. He looked up, only to find that Vera's eyes were bloodshot from crying as she stared at him with grievances.

Quill pursed his lips and asked, "Does it really hurt that much?" Could it be that he wasn't gentle enough? Vera nodded.

"Hold on a little longer. It won't hurt if you stay still for a while." "No." Vera pouted. "It's still very painful." "Then, what do you want to do?" Vera suddenly said astonishingly, "Why don't you kiss me? Kiss me... And it'll lessen the pain." X