Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1109

In the antechamber, it was silent as the door was pushed open. The sun was warm on the winter day as it shone in from the window into the room.

Vera rested quietly on the sofa with her down jacket over her body. She was probably freezing as she rolled herself into a ball.

This was the scene Quill saw when he walked in.

His legs had always been too long for the sofa, but it fit Vera's height well; it made her seem even tinier than she was.

Quill didn't expect that she would fall asleep in the antechamber.

Before he came, he thought that Vera would've left due to impatience. After all, he was already surprised she would suddenly visit his office.

Because after he sent Vera home the other night, it was clear that she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

He had always been a cold person. So, even though he had felt something for her, he was able to control his emotions very well. Especially after she told him that she was going to give up on him.

If staying far away from him would make her happy, he would be okay with it.

This was because many of his emotions were beyond his expectations.

Unconsciously, Quill moved closer and closer toward Vera. He ended up squatting down in front of her and observed her sleeping face. There was something different in his gaze this time.

Just as Vera was in a deep sleep, she suddenly felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at her. It felt intense, and she instinctively opened her eyes.

Quill had moved toward her unknowingly, and now that she suddenly opened her eyes, he had no time to diverge. Moreover, if he did, it would seem like he was hiding something. Therefore he chose to stay in place.

Their eyes met almost in an instant. As Vera had just woken up, her gaze was still blurry. When she saw Quill's face in front of her, her heart skipped a beat, and she became wide awake. She sat up from the sofa; her jacket fell onto the ground.

"You... You... Why are you here?"

Due to her nervousness, she started stammering. She blushed as she looked at Quill. She adjusted her hair frantically and said, "I... I think I overslept."

She had only wanted to take a short nap, but she didn't expect to fall into a deep sleep.

Quill opened his mouth faintly.

"Don't sleep in the antechamber next time."

Vera didn't reply to him.

He probably despised her for sleeping here and affecting his company's image, wasn't he? Since it was a VIP antechamber and she wasn't a VIP.

Thinking of this, Vera could only bite her lower lip awkwardly. "Sorry, I..."

She was about to say that she hadn't meant to do it, but Quill added.

"It's winter now; you might catch a cold if you sleep here. If you want to sleep, you can go to the lounge."

Just as Vera was about to pack her things and stand up, she stopped her actions when she heard these words. After which, she raised her head and looked at Quill in surprise.

She didn't know how to continue the conversation, and she also didn't dare to look into Quill's eyes. Her gaze floated around the room and landed on the bag on the table.

It was the pasta she brought for Quill. She was hoping to ease the tension by giving him some pasta.

"Didn't you ask me to send you food? I brought you this, it's..." Before she could finish, Quill suddenly moved close to her. Vera froze in place and looked at him with her eyes wide open.

"What... what is it?"

"Have your wounds healed?" His gaze was fixed on the cheek that was swollen previously. Vera took a step back unconsciously and nodded, "Yes, it's all healed."

In other words, he doesn't care if it tasted good or not, as long as it was edible.

Vera understood his words and shook her head vigorously.

"Even if you aren't picky with food, it has already turned cold. I'll throw it away."

After that, Vera put the pasta back into the bag. However, Quill was quicker than her, and he forcefully grabbed the pasta that she was about to throw away and placed it in front of himself.

"You're really going to eat it? The pasta has been sitting here for as long as your meeting. I touched the container; it's completely cold. Don't eat it."

She only urged him to eat the pasta because she had no idea what to say, but if Quill were to really eat it now, she would deeply regret it.

Quill sat down and opened the lid again. It was as she said; the pasta looked hard, and it had turned completely cold.

However, how could he waste her effort?

At least, he did not want to let her down anymore.

Thinking of this, Quill began to open up the bag of cutleries. Vera watched him as he elegantly took out some cutlery and picked up some pasta.

Vera bit her lower lip and said, "You'll have a stomachache."

Before he could put the pasta into his mouth, Vera rushed to grab his hand and said, "It'll really upset your stomach, don't eat it."

Quill was silent.

She grabbed his hand that held the cutlery, and half of her body leaned on him. Quill glanced at her and said, "All right, I won't eat it then."