Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Maddox seized her chin and kissed her.

His pale lips were fairly cold. Even so, as soon as he started kissing her, his lips began to burn.

Minerva watched as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her instead of pinching her chin. He kissed her affectionately. If it weren't for the sweat that was seeping out from his forehead, she would have thought that he enjoyed this moment.

Unfortunately, she knew that he was in pain and her heart ached for him.

A kiss could excite a person. Maybe kissing would make him forget about the pain.

Minerva blinked her eyes at the thought of this. They had made an agreement earlier. He wasn't allowed to kiss her without her permission. However, this was a different circumstance. Maybe... maybe she should give a little response? Just as she had fallen deep in thought, Maddox pulled away from her lips.

Minerva cback to her senses and realised that Maddox was staring at her.

"Ahem... Could it be that he knew I was distracted by something else?" Minerva thought to herself.

Minerva was a little embarrassed. She bit her lower lip subconsciously and paused to think for a moment before taking the initiative to kiss him.

Maddox's pupils dilated. The next second, he squinted as a sign of danger, held the back of her head, and kissed back.

The uneasiness and pain Maddox felt earlier were gradually taken over by the sweetness of the kiss....

The two of them kissed passionately in Yardley Mansion.

On the other side, in a certain unit in the Sunshine Residence.

Sam sat on the sofa leisurely as he enjoyed a freshly brewed coffee. He then looked up at Olivia, who had her back against her, as she worked away on the computer.

She had been sitting there for nearly half an hour. As soon as Sam finished his cup of coffee, he went to get himself another.

When he went to refill his coffee, he realized that Olivia's house wasn't big. Nevertheless, she seemed to be a person who knew how to enjoy life. She had almost everything: A coffee machine, a bread maker, a cake machine, and many more.

Her kitchen was huge. It was filled with all the kitchen appliances that one could imagine.

Even her fridge was filled to the brim.

Before this, Sam was told that ghostwriters hardly ever leave their houses. They would either have instant noodles or ordered takeouts. However, everything in her refrigerator was fresh; she looked like someone who would cook.

Sam took another sip of coffee. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Olivia's back.

He felt something was amiss.

She had been sitting there for half an hour and had not said a single word. Not only that, she hadn't left the table at all. He only asked her to amend a little. Why was she taking so long? Sam frowned at the thought of this. He put down the cup of coffee in his hand and called her.

"Hello." There was no response.

When Sam saw a lack of response, he raised his eyebrows and thought, "Maybe she is immersed in her work?" But why did he have a gut feeling that something is wrong? Sam waited for a few more minutes, but Olivia remained motionless. This was way too unusual.

Sam simply stood up and walked over to her. He said, "Is it done? Why are you taking so long? Are you even a professional writer?" Sam had already walked to her front as he spoke. He briefly glanced at the computer and turned to look at her. Olivia was sitting up straight in front of the computer but her eyes were closed. Her mouth was slightly agape; she was fast asleep.

Sam was baffled.

What the hell was going on? Wasn't she supposed to amend her work? Why is she fast asleep in front of the computer? Not only that, how did she manage to sit so straight while sleeping? Olivia suddenly moved her lips.

Then, she tilted her head and continued sleeping.

Sam was at a loss for words.

He could not believe it. He was slightly impressed at how bold she was.

Sam suppressed the anger burning within him and reached out to knock on the table.

Knock, knock, knock....

Olivia seemed to have not heard it. She was still fast asleep.

Sam was speechless. He knocked on the table even harder.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" This time, he knocked quite hard. If she still wouldn't wake up, then...

He was right. Olivia still did not respond at all. She looked like she was in a meditative state and had blocked out all interference.

Just as Sam was confused, the cotton wools in her ears suddenly caught his eyes.

He sneered and reached for the cotton wools. He had only intended to take out the cotton wool and wake her up so that she could continue with her work. However, little did he think that he would pull out a tuft of hair while pulling the cotton wool out from her ears.

"Ah!!!" The next second, a cry rang through the entire room. It sounded more bitter than a pig being slaughtered. Sam looked at the few strands of hair in his hand and gulped subconsciously.

He... It was an accident.

"F*ck! F*ck!" Olivia woke up and saw a few strands of black hair in his hand. Her anger rose in an instant, and she bellowed, "Mr. Sorrento, what the hell? I was only taking a nap Did I say I wouldn't amend my work? If you have any problems with me, cat me!" Sam didn't know how to respond.

"Why did you pull out my hair? Don't you know how important our hair is as writers? I'm going bald thinking of content to write every day. How dare you to pull my hair... boohoo..." Hair loss was a sore spot for every girl. Especially for people with a high hairline. Not to mention Olivia was someone with a high hairline and was having hair loss.

More importantly, ever since she beca writer, her hair was falling more violently.

Olivia had been searching for a solution to her hair loss every day, but her hair was wayward. It kept on falling every day. Not only that, she had thin hair. She felt that she was going to go bald soon.

And now... Sam had even pulled a tuft of her hair off.

Olivia's fingers trembled as she gently caressed the piece of skin on her scalp that was hurting. She cou feel a small piece of flesh... There was no longer a single strand of hair there. Olivia suddenly burst into tears.

She went forward to grab Sam's collar and said resentfully, "Tell me, what grudge do you have against my hair? Why did you do it?" Sam was supposed to be innocent.

However, he did not expect to accidentally pull out her hair.

Therefore, the tables had turnedOlivia grabbed his collar and interrogated him. Sam did not know what to say.

"I'm telling you, I will not let you go if I am not satisfied with your answer. Don't think that wilKamend the work for you and don't even think about stepping out of this door today!" Sam was lost for words. Sam looked at her somewhat helplessly.

Was this the sOlivia as before? How did she turn into a hag in the blink of an eye? All because he had accidentally pulled out her hair? However... Sam glanced at her hair and said in a struggle, "Sorry, I really didn't mean it. I just wanted to pull out the cotton wool from your ears, but I did not expect..." "You were waiting for a chance to retaliate. How is it possible for you to pull out my hair if you were just meant to take out the cotton wool?" Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming these rich women will persue you.