Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1102

"Since when did you become so long-winded and a busybody?"

Ernest realized he had gone too far. He waved his hand slightly and said, "Fine, I was just concerned about you. Since you're so against it, I'll let it go."

After that, Ernest left, leaving Quill alone. He stood in place for a long time. Then, he walked forward.

After Vera rushed out of the police station, she walked alone along the road. She was brought to the police station in a police car, and her delivery car was still at the nightclub. She had to cover the lie she had told Mabie earlier.

Maybe she should get a cab to the nightclub and drive her delivery car home to get some fresh clothes. Then, go stay at her apartment for a couple of days.

In the state that she was in, her parents would definitely be suspicious of what happened to her, and she would have to tell them. Vera thought about it and decided that she didn't want them to worry for her.

As she walked, Vera felt her leg hurt. She only realized it after leaving the police station. The pain was probably from when the men forcefully dragged her back into the room and she knocked her knee on the corner of the table.

She was in so much pain that she was on the verge of tears. With every step she took, she could feel her leg aching.

She slowed down and took out her phone, ready to hail a cab. The sound of a horn blaring came from behind her. Vera subconsciously dodged to the side. Her steps were a little shaky, and she almost fell backward.

After she steadied herself, her phone slipped from her hand and smashed onto the ground.

Vera gasped and held back the pain as best she could before she squatted down. When she saw that the screen on her phone was broken, she grew frustrated.

She was injured. Why didn't she slow down?

A pair of familiar shoes appeared in front of her. Vera was stunned at first, and then she reeled back. She recognized the pair of shoes from the police station. It belonged to Quill.

Vera raised her head. The tall figure was standing in front of bright light. His features under the shadow were deep and intriguing. It was a pity that Vera couldn't see his eyes. She didn't know what kind of gaze he had as he looked at her, but she could imagine it.

He probably felt sorry for her.

She squatted there and didn't budge. She lowered her head again and looked at the screen of her phone, ready to clean it with her hand.

However, Quill was faster. Before her hand could touch the screen, Quill picked it up. "The screen is cracked; you're going to cut your hand if you use it to clean the screen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket to wipe her phone.

Because it was close to her, Vera could smell the scent of oak from his handkerchief, and she took notice of the quality, and the brand up-close; it was a branded item.

When she recalled the only reason she got her restaurant was because of his interference, Vera grew furious again. She couldn't help but sneer, "This handkerchief is expensive, I'm sure. Now that you've used it to clean my phone, how many deliveries should I do to be able to afford another one to return it to you?"

She deliberately said these words to trigger him.

Quill paused from what she said, but he quickly cleaned the phone and pocketed it in his suit.

Vera didn't understand what he was doing.

"What are you doing? Give me back my phone."

"You..." "Let go of your hands first. I'll carry you again when we get to the hospital."

Hearing this, Vera finally realized something. She slowly opened her eyes wide and saw that her hands were still around his neck. No wonder he had not moved away since he helped her fasten her seat belt.

She withdrew her hand shyly and quickly. Her face was burning hot, and she bit down on her lower lip hard. She was extremely frustrated with herself.

Quill got into the car, but Vera didn't dare to look at him, and she kept looking out the window.

The ride was silent the entire journey to the hospital. Maybe because she was immersed in her own world, Vera did not notice it at all when the car stopped. It wasn't until the door was opened and her seat belt was unbuckled that she came to her senses.

She reflexively pressed on Quill's hand. "I'll do it myself!"

In her anxious attempt to say that she could do it, she accidentally placed her hand on Quill's palm. The moment their skin touched, Vera's heart skipped a beat. She was so startled that she suddenly withdrew her hand and stammered, "S-sorry."

Quill's expression was cold and indifferent as he glanced at the hand she had touched. He wasn't bothered by it and adjusted her seatbelt, then carried her out of the car.

"I... I can really..."

Vera was strongly insistent. And this time, she didn't dare to put her hand around his neck, but she couldn't break free from his grasp either. She froze stiffly in his arms as her face and neck flushed from embarrassment.

There were a lot of people moving about in the hospital. Quill was tall and handsome, so he naturally attracted many people's attention. As people looked over, Vera felt so embarrassed that she shrunk herself further into his arms.