Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 954

After thinking about it for a long time, Minerva went back to sleep under the blanket.

It would be fine if she was hungry for a while. Anyway, she ate a lot these days, and she didn't eat so much at ordinary times. She started to eat and sleep more because of pregnancy.

She also wanted to control herself more accurately.

She comforted herself in this way. She thought that she wouldn't be able to sleep because of hunger, but it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

Quill had been sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was already done reading the newspaper, but he still read it over and over again.

He didn't know how long it took him to read the newspaper's contents, but time passed by slowly.

Bang!

The door opened, and the doctor came out. When he saw the empty living room, he was a little shocked. After a moment, he saw Quill, and Quill also looked at him.

Their eyes met in the air. In the next second, Quill

stood up.

"Doctor?"

"Nice to meet you."

Quill looked at the room behind him and asked, "How is it?"

The doctor couldn't find Maddox, and he didn't feel strange. After all, this was not the Collins family home. Maybe these people were all friends of Maddox. He thought for a while and said, "The fever has begun to decrease slowly. According to my previous observation, it should be back to normal soon. When the fever is completely gone, she should have more rest. She should pay attention to keep warm, and there will be no problem."

"By the way."

He stepped forward and handed a bag to Quill.

"This is the medicine she needs to take later. If it's convenient for you, please let the young lady take it when she wakes up. I've marked it on the list on how to eat it."

Quill took the bag politely, nodded to the doctor, and then sent him out.

After coming back, Quill looked down at the bag that the doctor had given him just now.

There were a few boxes of medicine in the bag, and he pursed his lips.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked into the room.

In the room.

Vera laid quietly on the bed, covered with a thick quilt. Only her face, that was red because of the fever, was revealed. Her lips were a little pale.

She looked weak and sickly.

He walked over with steady steps, bent down slightly, and put the bag on the top of the bedside cabinet. He put the medicine in place. The doctor had already left at this point.

Naturally, there was no business for him here. He could just put down the medicine and leave.

However...

Quill's feet seemed to be stuck suddenly and he stood still.

Then, he slowly turned his head and finally looked straight at Vera's face.

Under the dim light, her facial features were very delicate. She didn't belong to the kind of woman who looked very beautiful at first glance. She didn't even have a charming temperament. Her figure was also thin. Her eyes, appearance, and figure were all like a little girl.

He had never seen the vitality when smiling and the stubbornness of not giving up after being rejected by him.

It was impossible that he was moved.

He had sealed up that area of affection for a long time. Since that incident, he had been much less interested in love affairs. He felt that such a thing could only be found by accident and not through seeking.

Later on, he put all his energy into looking for his sister. As time went by, he no longer knew what love was.

What should he do if it became serious again?

In desperation, he had no choice but to say, "Let go of me first and lie back."

After hearing this, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she shook her head hard.

He frowned. "Be obedient!"

His tone was slightly harsh, and Vera's tears fell. "How can it be like this? Isn't this my dream? Why... In my dream, you order me and yell at me like this?"

He was speechless.

It turned out that she thought it was a dream.

Was she confused by her illness? That was why she thought it was a dream.

However, this was even sadder for her because she might have subconsciously thought that he would only come to see her in her dreams.

Sure enough, in the next second, Vera held his arm and said pitifully, "I'm so ill. You only come to see me in my dreams, right? Since you've come to see me... Can you say something nice?"

Upon hearing this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Let him say something nice?

How could he say it?

She saw him sitting there without any response, she suddenly felt wronged, and her tears fell down again. "Can't you? Don't people always say that I can make my own decisions inside my dreams? Now, I just asked you to say a few nice words to me. You have always been fierce to me, and I didn't say anything."

It was happening again...

He felt a headache. The scene in front of him was somewhat familiar.

It was a long time ago when she was drunk. At that time, she had been drunk and mad at him. At this time, relying on her drunkenness and sickness, she began to behave like a hoodlum again.