Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1025

However, she did not expect that after so many years, the little cupboard was still perfectly intact.

For a moment, Minerva's feelings became complicated.

However, the corner of her mouth was slightly raised.

Maddox did not throw this small cupboard away after she left five years ago. Did this mean... that back then, he was...

At the thought of this, Minerva reached out and ran her hand along the cupboard. She then slowly opened it.

She was surprised to find the items inside the cupboard were the same as how she had left them. Her hand, which was holding the cupboard door, shook violently. She stood there in a daze.

Not only did Maddox not throw the cupboard out, he even kept the items in it.

The cleaners Sam hired were all professionals. Sam had instructed them to only clean up the place and leave everything, from the sofa and cupboard to the pots and carpet, in their original state.

Minerva was moved. She felt as if someone was tugging her heartstrings.

Maddox's headache worsened when he saw the cupboard. He leaned against the door and witnessed the scene in front of him slowly change.

At first, he could only see Minerva kneeling beside the closet.

Then, there was another figure right next to her.

A man was sitting in a wheelchair. The room was deadly silent. He sat not far from the cupboard and his gaze never left it.

Those who were unaware wouldn't know what he was looking at.

But at this moment, Maddox knew that was the only thing in this room that constantly reminded him of Minerva after she left.

Because she did not come back to collect her belongings, everything was naturally left in the cupboard. This happened to become the thing that reminded him of her.

During that time, he spent each passing day staring at the belongings she had left behind while waiting for information on her whereabouts.

Whenever he entered the room, he would always sit in his wheelchair and reminisce about the times he had spent with her. Images of Minerva's frown and smile would fill his mind.

Later... he didn't know when, but he stopped visiting this room. However, he never changed a single thing in this room.

These memories flitted through Maddox's mind like fireworks on new year's night. The memories vanished in the blink of an eye.

Maddox pursed his lips tightly as he felt his headache worsened. His brows furrowed even deeper.

Cold sweat started to trickle down his forehead.

Maddox tried to compose himself and did his best to draw himself out of his memories. Soon, the scene in front of him vanished in an instant.

The only thing he was seeing was Minerva standing in front of the cupboard in a daze.

It seemed like she had an emotional attachment to the cupboard, just like he did.

Just as Maddox saw her reaching out to touch the clothing, this headache intensified. He could no longer endure the pain and almost let out a muffled groan.

If Minerva saw him like this, she would definitely worry.

Therefore, Maddox turned around and left quickly.

Minerva, on the other hand, was immersed in her own memories. She hadn't noticed Maddox had left. She ran her fingers along the clothes in the cupboard.

Suddenly, something hit her arm. She lowered her head, only to discover that it was a drop of tear.

She subconsciously stopped her movements. However, she dared not wipe away the tears on her face.

She did not expect to be so emotional as to cry when she saw this cupboard. If Maddox saw this, he would definitely make fun of her.

Maddox walked up to her with a faint smile. "What's wrong?"

She did not answer and just stared at him. Finally, she asked, "I should be the one to ask you this question. What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Maddox's lips curled up slightly. He asked, "What do you mean?"

Minerva could not help but frown when she saw him like this. She bit her lower lip as she stared at him.

"Are you in pain again?"

Maddox replied, "No, I just came out to get some fresh air and enjoy the scenery outside the window."

He lied indifferently as if the person grabbing the windowsill in pain wasn't him. His attitude angered Minerva, but she felt sorry for him at the same time.

On one hand, she was mad at him for hiding the fact that he was in pain.

On the other, she knew that he hid it because he was afraid that she would be worried.

The more Minerva thought, the more her heart ached for him. She wanted to reprimand him, but at the same time, she knew he was in a lot of pain right now. If she lost her temper, he would have to comfort her in return.

He was already in so much pain, yet he still needed to comfort her. How unbearable would his pain become?

Minerva could only smile at the thought of this. She pretended to believe him and asked softly, "What is there to see downstairs? I asked you to check out the cupboard just now, did you see it?"

The cupboard...

Maddox's head started to throb with pain again at the mention of the cupboard.

Minerva realised that the corner of his eyes were twitching. She then hurriedly changed the topic and said, "By the way, I remember that there's a garden behind. Let's go there. The air is much fresher back there."

Maddox's pale lips parted into a smile. He nodded gently and said, "Alright."