Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1485

Olivia really didn't expect Sam to kiss her.

That being said, it was just a light peck, in consideration of her current physical condition. It resembled a dragonfly skimming over a pond's surface, gently brushing across her lips before it left.

"Why didn't you kiss me properly?" After his lips left hers, his breath lingered as she questioned him in a soft voice.

She continued wheedling, as though she wanted to get on his nerves, "Why did you only give me a peck? It's because you're sick of me, right?"

He was speechless.

The corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily. He narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on her.

"You even have to fake kissing me. You must have grown tired of me."

If it wasn't for her sickly- pale complexion and weak constitution, he really had the mind to make her understand the consequences of saying such a thing. However, he suppressed his desire and laughed in a low voice, "You can provoke me all you want right now. Just bear in mind that you'll have to repay me a hundred times over for it after you recover."

With those words, Sam sat up and tucked her into bed properly. "Sleep. You can go home after you're done with the IV."

Olivia's true intention was indeed to provoke him. Who knew that he would see through her entirely. What he said in reply sapped her energy once more.

Moments ago, she had been drained from the constant vomiting. She herself didn't know how many days it would take for her to feel energetic again. However, when he kissed her, there was only one thought in her mind. She was so glad that she rinsed her mouth out beforehand!

If her mouth had tasted rancid when he kissed her, how turned off would he be?

Because she knew her mouth no longer smelled, she had dared to play with fire. Otherwise, she wouldn't dare, even if he could bear it.

After her body had taken in all the fluid from the IV drip, she finally regained some of her energy. Nheless, she still wasn't feeling well. She was about to act coquettish to get some affection out of him, but he unexpectedly took the initiative to bend down to her, facing away.

"Get on."

Olivia eyed Sam. His shoulders were broad and his back was strong. The sight gave her a sense of warmth and stability.

She was about to be his wife, after all. Thus, she did not hold back from clambering onto his back. Her arms circled around his neck.

Although she was wearing several layers of clothing, her hands were still cold when she put them around him because of the drip. Although they were ice-cold when placed on his neck, he wasn't bothered by it. He showed no sign of annoyance, and merely carried her as they walked out slowly. He was the perfect picture of calmness.

"I don't think we need to tell our elders that I got food poisoning."

While resting on his back, she told him that.

He did not object. He nodded and said, "Alright."

She added, "It came to me just now that we don't need to tell them right away that we're getting married."

He stopped in his tracks when he heard that. It appeared as if she had caught him off-guard with what she said.

Olivia expected him to ask her the reason for that, but Sam defied her expectations yet again. He asked, "Just now? Weren't you asleep?"

She was thrown for a loop. After all, his takeaway from her statement was just too weird. Was this dunce's brain wired differently from other dunces? "I thought about it while I was asleep."

"How can you think when you're asleep?" He was rife with suspicion. He pursed his thin lips and side-eyed her. "You weren't asleep, were you?"

"I was!" She reached out to push his face. In a low voice, she groaned, "Focus on walking. What will you do if you fall while carrying me? I don't think my body could withstand a fall like that. I'm extremely weak right now."

Weak?

He could clearly feel the strength in her push. It was no joke. This girl...

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he carried her even more snugly. His attention was focused on the road ahead as they conversed. "It doesn't matter when we tell them. It's all the same. I won't change my mind, anyway."

"Alright," she interrupted him. "Why does it seem like you're constantly swearing fealty to me? I trust you. It's just that so much happened tonight that I'm exhausted. I just want to go back home and get a good rest. Then, we'll find a good time to inform the family about our decision. We can't leave them hanging."

"Okay."

Olivia was not making light of the situation. She was fatigued, extremely so. At first, she was still able to jest with Sam and poke fun at him. Later on, exhaustion overtook her and she fell asleep on his back right away. She wasn't even aware that they had gotten into the car. When they arrived home, he carried her upstairs.

She, on the other hand, had been sleeping soundly all the while. Her fair skin looked even paler and more fragile than usual because of the illness. It was rare to see her like that usually. At the moment, she was curled up under the quilt like a kitten. Her brows were furrowed as she slept; her face was scrunched up as she was still not feeling well.

He requested for leave and did not go to work. He remained at home to accompany her.

She slept until the next afternoon. Her stomach was emptied from vomiting too much the night before. When she woke up, her body was famished, but she did not have any appetite.

After waking up, she laid on the bed, dazed. The quilt covered her body and she peered at the chandelier above her. Her thoughts were unfathomable.

It was not until he pushed the door open that she turned to look at him.

"You're awake?" He asked.

She nodded and voluntarily stretched her arms out to him first. The gesture was one which he understood. He sat down at the edge of the bed and pulled her into his embrace.

Sam's body temperature was slightly low. At the embrace, Olivia could not help muttering, "So cold."

"Then I'll take my coat off. It'll be warmer inside." She immediately wrapped her arms tighter around his waist when he went to shrug his coat off. She shook her head and murmured, "There's no need. I'll warm up after I hug you for a while more."

She had not fully recovered yet. Her antics were like those of a clingy, mischievous child. Holding onto him, it wasn't long before she felt drowsy again.

"Are you feeling sleepy again? Aren't you hungry?" He asked.

"I'm a little hungry, but I don't feel like eating," she replied.

His large hand placed itself on her back. As he patted her hair down to make it tidier, he told her tenderly, "I've made soup. Get up and have some."

Soup?

She immediately shook her head from side to side. "I don't want soup. I want something spicy."

Instantly, Sam's expression turned stormy.

"You still want spicy food after being in that state last night? Your sickness was probably caused by you ingesting too much spicy food."

They had ordered extra-spicy food the previous night. Ollie had even gotten an additional serving of spicy sauce for herself. She had been tearing up from the spiciness, yet she still insisted on eating it.

Hence, he had the suspicion that her illness was caused by her stomach not being able to withstand the spiciness of the food.

She seemed to acknowledge that she was being unreasonable, so she didn't pursue the matter again.

"Anyway, I don't want to eat soup. It's not tasty."

"Be a good girl," he urged, his tone

akin to the tone one would take when coaxing a child. It was

somewhere between despair and joy. "Since you're just woken up, you should at least have half a bowl to

fill your stomach. After you're feeling better, you can eat whatever you want."

She didn't want soup, but she was an adult. She knew that she could only eat some light food in her state, so she gave an obedient nod in the end. Because her stomach had suffered the previous night, Olivia couldn't even finish half a bowl of soup before she felt unwell again. Tiredly, she pushed the bowl away.

"Sit upright for a while before lying down again," Sam instructed.

However, she didn't heed his words. She laid back down and then said, "I can't sit upright, I'm tired. Lying down feels better."

Well, since she insisted, he did not force her to get up. After she laid there for a while, she fell back into a deep sleep.

He took advantage of the time she was asleep to attend a video conference in his study.

She was still sleeping when her phone rang, rousing her. She turned over and took her phone out to see who it was.

It was a call from her mother.

When she recalled the unpleasant conversation from the day before, she snapped her eyes shut again. She didn't feel like picking up.

However, when all was said and done, it was still her mother on the line. At last, she gave in and answered the call.

She didn't speak. Brenda, on the other end of the call, was also aware of the awkward tension between them. They remained silent for a long time, with both mother and daughter just staring at their phones.

Since Olivia was feeling sick, she finally said, "Mom, if you have nothing to say to me, I'll hang up."

"Ollie, don't hang up."

When Brenda heard that, she quickly stopped her from ending the call. She said, "I have something to tell you."

Hence, Olivia remained on the call. However, it was too tiring to hold the phone up to her ear. She set the call to speaker mode and laid there,

waiting.

"Regarding that matter, it was my fault."

Olivia was stunned at Brenda's words.

"I shouldn't have read yours and Sam's fortune's behind your back. What you said yesterday reminded me that I had been forcing you into things all these years. If you hadn't told me, I might not have realized this. Parents sometimes do things that go against the will of their children for their children's sake. Ollie, I didn't mean any harm. I did it for you. I didn't want to hurt you."

At that juncture, Brenda took a deep breath and continued, "Although we can't change what has already happened, it served as a reminder to me.

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"Like you said, you can make your own decisions. I won't meddle in your business again."

It came as a shock to Olivia that her mother was acting that way. She had thought that Brenda would keep objecting. Who knew that she would set

things straight that fast.

Moreover, Brenda was speaking in a much gentler tone to her.

The anger that lingered in Olivia's heart vanished completely at that moment.

"Mom, that's enough. I was in the wrong yesterday. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

"No, Ollie, you did nothing wrong. I

didn't realize my mistakes

previously. You're right, I was too overbearing before. After hearing what you had to say yesterday, realized that I wouldn't feel happy

about it either if I were in your position, forced into an arranged affair. Thus, I called you today to apologize. I'm sorry, Ollie."

The relationship between the mother and daughter had always been amiable. Even if they had quarrels and bickered with each other, they would

soon get over it.

However, this time around, Olivia had opposed her mother fiercely. Brenda reflected on the matter too. It was inevitable that they were dead serious

when addressing the issue that day.

With that, the knots in their hearts came untied.

Therefore, Olivia didn't hide anything from Brenda any longer. She said, "Sam and I are ready to get married."

At that, Brenda seemed to be perfectly composed, as if she was not surprised at all. "You guys are going to get married? Have you chosen a date for

the wedding?"

Olivia thought it over, then said softly, "You can choose. Choose a good day."

"Alright, I'll look into it."

Just as Brenda was about to hang up, Olivia could not hold back one last question. "Mom, do you really not mind it now?"

"Your happiness is the most important thing to me. You've chosen this yourself. Your father and I look forward to seeing you achieve your happiness."

"Thank you, Mom."

After she ended the call, Olivia felt warmth spread throughout her heart.

Everything was going well.

Wonderful!

After Olivia and Sam decided to get married, Brenda and Emma grew closer. They treated each other as if they were already a family. When the two

of them got together to choose a date for the wedding, they didn't bring up the unpleasant things that had happened before at all.

When the date was chosen, Olivia's custom-made ring was also almost done.

Two months later, the ring was finally delivered to her. It was a perfect replica of the drawing that had been given to the designer. It sported a small, curved band studded with diamonds. It looked both delicate and exquisite.

Initially, the plan was to hold a grand wedding, as Emma suggested. However, Olivia considered the hefty costs of the ring and the bar that they had

paid for.

Even if the Sorrento family was well-off, she didn't want to waste money that way. With that in mind, she discussed the possibility of scaling down the wedding with them. A simple wedding, with a few close relatives in attendance. Simple was best.

Unexpectedly, Emma burst into tears on the spot at the suggestion. She tugged on Olivia and exclaimed, "Ollie, no can do. A girl's wedding is a once- in-a-lifetime affair. How can it be simple? You're really such an honest and silly child."

The corners of Olivia's mouth twitched. "Auntie, it's not that big of a deal. I don't see it as a must to hold a grand and luxurious wedding."

She was a very grounded person. The grander the wedding, the more they would have to spend. She and Sam would have to spend a lot more after

having children.

Besides, a marriage's worth was not determined by the wedding ceremony. To her, what was most important was that Sam and their families had agreed to the marriage. Moreover, the ring on her finger had already cost quite a lot. Therefore, she didn't want a grand wedding, for she thought that the expense was too frivolous.

"Oh dear, why do you still call me your auntie? You're about to marry into my family. Call me 'mom'!" Emma gently pinched her. Olivia smiled and

lightly called out, "Mom..."

"That's right!"

"Listen to me, Ollie. Sam's father and I have worked hard for over half of our lives. We weren't willing to spend our savings because they were specifically for our son's wedding. You don't need to pay for it. I'll cover the costs."

"How could we? Sam and I... actually don't care about having a luxurious wedding, really."

"No, no, I care about it. I want all our relatives to see Sam married to his beautiful wife."

Hence, in the end, the wedding was held in accordance with Emma's wishes. They had decided on a garden wedding. Therefore, instead of picking a traditional white wedding dress, Olivia picked a floral dress. Emma accompanied her to pick it out. They decided on the grandest and most expensive one available there.

Olivia felt bad when she saw Emma swiping her card to pay for it, but she was also moved by it.

Emma treated her extremely well. It was as though Olivia was her biological daughter. However, during that period of time when they were preparing

for the wedding, Sam was sidelined by his family.

When Olivia was in bed one night, she stretched out her leg to kick him and said jokingly, "I feel like I'm your mother's real child and you were

adopted from the streets."