Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1448

The two of them made up that night.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When Sam laid down, he felt pain all over his body. He thought that he would think of Vera, but he didn't expect that all he saw was Olivia's aggrieved and angry face, her shiny eyelashes, and her hoarse voice.

What's more, she looked very beautiful on stage.

Very beautiful.

Thinking about it, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"What are you smiling about?"

Olivia asked him. He paused for a moment, and the smile on his face disappeared. When he opened his eyes, he saw her gaze on him.

"You're not asleep yet?"

She pursed her lips and looked at him angrily.

"I can't sleep. My heart aches so much."

Hearing that she was distressed, he suddenly felt guilty. He thought that she was referring to what happened during the day, so he endured the pain of the wound, turned over, and looked at her face to face.

"And you're still angry because of what happened during the day?"

With this, he took her hand and whispered, "Don't be angry. You know that I'm not good at coaxing others. If you continue to be angry, I really won't know what to do."

"I'm not angry about what happened during the day."

"Wasn't it because of what happened during the day?" He thought to himself and was a little stunned. Then what was it for?

"When you were at the bar, why did you spend money to pay the bill for others? Tonight, you have bought food, a necklace, and paid the bill for the others in the bar. How much did you spend tonight?"

When it came to money, Olivia felt her heart ache.

She felt her heart ache because of the money that was spent. As far as she knew, Sam's job was not easy and his salary was not high. How long did it take for him to earn so much?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She cursed, "Why did you have to do that? Couldn't you wait? I was going to change my mind anyway."

He was quite surprised. He didn't expect that she was worried about the money and didn't expect that this matter could catch her attention so quickly. Looking at her pained face, his gaze deepened as he laughed in a low voice. "I was afraid that if I waited, someone else would pay the bill."

"How could that be possible? It's expensive to pay for everyone. Who would be that stupid?"

"There are people like that."

His voice was faint. "When I went to pay the bill in the evening, there were several others too. When they saw that I paid the bill first, they were angry."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and then said seriously, "If I paid any later, you might have ended up dancing with someone else."

Not knowing why, she felt as though he sounded jealous. Was it her illusion? In order to confirm her guess, she blinked and asked, "What's wrong with me dancing with others? You could leave your girlfriend to save someone else. Surely your girlfriend can dance with someone else as well. Am I right?"

He couldn't argue with her, but when he thought that she was going to dance with another man, he felt incompetent. He could only say in a muffled voice, "Do you regret it?"

"What?" "That I paid the bill. That I was too fast. If someone else had done it first, you would've been able to dance with another man."

"Yes." Olivia nodded. "I saw them. There were many young and handsome men. They must be very strong. Who knows. If I danced with them, I might have a chance to..."

Before she could finish her words, Sam, who was in front of her, came closer and his warm breath was in her face. She originally intended to annoy him with these words. Unexpectedly, he suddenly

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approached her, and the dista 12

between them was instantly shortened.

She was timid, so when he approached her, she asked meekly, "Why are you so close to me?"

"Do you really want to dance with other men?" He stared at her and asked.

"I just wanted to try. Why not? What's the problem?"

"You can't." Sam's expression was solemn as he said in a stern voice, "You don't even know the men there. How would you know if he was a good person? If he did something to you while you two were dancing, would you be able to get rid of him?"

"You know that it's a public place. There were so many people. What can he do to me? Aren't you overthinking it? Tell me, how much did you spend tonight? How much did you spend at the bar?"

He did not say anything. He just stared at her firmly.

"You underestimate the self-control of a man too much."

While speaking, he moved forward a little bit more. Their noses were close to touching, and their foreheads were against each other's. Their breaths mixed together.

Olivia was shocked and her face

burned up, but she soon thought of something and reached out to stop him. "I'm asking you questions. You didn't answer them, but instead got this close to me. What do you want? Are you planning to kiss me? Let me tell you, I have not forgiven you. Don't even think about it!"

The two were already very close to each other, but she was still talking. Her pink lips opened and closed as if they were inviting him to have a taste. Sam did not think too much of it and kissed her directly.

When they kissed, there was a sigh of satisfaction in the depths of her heart. At the same time, he also thought that it would help broaden her horizon and let her see what a man's willpower was like.

She pushed his chest away just to prevent him from suddenly kissing her. Unexpectedly, he was still so strong even though he was injured. He caught her off guard and kissed her. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but it gave him a chance to do so and allowed him to be unscrupulous.

"Mmm, let go of me!" She pushed him hard and spoke. Why did he suddenly kiss her?

However, when she pushed hard, a groan of pain came from his mouth as he backed off a little. He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't push me. The wounds hurt."

"Why are you trying to do such things when you're injured? Why don't you lie down and sleep?"

Olivia was so angry that she wanted to say more, but Sam kissed her again as if he was addicted to it. Her lips were once sealed again and she pushed him.

However, this time, after touching his wound, she was reluctant to push him hard. She was afraid of him being in pain, so she withdrew her hand.

"B*stard."

She cursed in her heart, but soon she did not know what was happening anymore. When he turned over and pressed her down, leaving her lips to unbutton her clothes, she was confused and said, "Hurry up and tell me, how much did you spend tonight?"

He stopped moving and looked at her helplessly.

Was it because he didn't work hard enough or was there something wrong with her? Why was she still thinking about money now?