Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1491

When everyone turned to look at her, Olivia was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground to hide in.

The makeup artist rushed over and said, "Come on, I'll re-apply your lipstick for you."

Olivia didn't want to say anything.

They then headed inside the building to make preparations. Vera and Quill went to give their blessings to Olivia. She tugged Vera away for a while to chat with her.

After they left, Freya leaned towards Olivia and complained, "That man just now is so goodlooking. It's a pity that he's married."

Olivia couldn't get her head around it for a moment. "You mean Vera's husband?"

"Who else? Don't tell me you thought I meant your husband?"

"F*ck!" Olivia was chagrined when she heard that. Right away, she stood up for Sam. "How does Sam pale in comparison to him? He's a hundred times more handsome than him! No, it's ten thousand times!"

Freya chuckled and said, "You can use that man as a reference when you're writing your draft. Maybe your book will sell out."

"Hah!" Olivia also snickered with no little acrimony. "Don't assume that I won't do anything to you just because you are my editor. If you're going to continue taunting my husband, I'll create a scumbag as my next male protagonist."Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

"Go ahead! Scumbags are popular nowadays. Let's go for it?"

Olivia refused to reply to her!

The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. When it was all over, Olivia was too tired to move. However, she was elated over a certain matter. Sam had drunk all her share of alcohol.

He knew that she was an explosive drunk. Since it was an important day, he made up his mind not to let her go wild. Hence, he helped her down all the wine that was offered to her.

However, it resulted in more and more people toasting him. They were probably deliberately trying to get him drunk. At last, he could not even walk straight anymore.

However, as long as the ceremony hadn't ended yet, he had to continue drinking with everyone.

The two bridesmaids kept Olivia company.

"Let's get real here. With how drunk your husband is, can he still do it tonight?"

That kind of dirty talk would only fall from the lips of her editor, Freya.

Tiana was laughing evilly beside her.

"If he can't do it, then Ollie should do it herself."

Their words made Olivia roll her eyes at them. "Don't talk nonsense. You guys can head back first. I'm feeling very tired, so I want to rest for a while."

She had woken up very early in the morning. She was exhausted after the whole day of bustling here and there.

Noticing the fatigue on her face, Tiana and Freya dropped the teasing and left. After she made sure that they were gone, Olivia cast all the formalities aside. She plopped down onto the bed right away and slept.

She had changed into a white wedding dress before the latter half of the ceremony, and she was still wearing it.

It was extremely inconvenient to sleep in.

However, she really was worn out, so she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

She didn't know how long she slept for. She seemed to have heard someone open the door, and the sound of footsteps walking in her direction. After that, the other side of the bed sank down. The strong smell of alcohol wafted towards her. It was so acrid that she couldn't ignore it. She pried her eyes open and saw Sam lying beside her.

His eyes were shut, and his face and ears were red. He wore a pained expression.

She was suddenly jolted awake.

She turned over and sat up to take a look at him. He kept his eyes shut, as though he was really suffering.

Did he drink too much?

She reached out and patted him on the face. "Wake up."

After a few pats, he finally opened his eyes. As soon as he opened them, she was shocked by how bloodshot they were.

"How could this happen?"

Seeing the worried look on her face, Sam forced a smile. "It's alright. I drank a little too much, that's all. I'll be fine after a short rest."

Olivia was still drowsy, but when she saw him like that, she abandoned all thoughts of sleep. She bolted up right away and went to make him some soup for him to sober up. After that, she took a towel and wiped his face.

He was really feeling uncomfortable. Being drunk felt completely different from his current state of having drunk way too much. His head was not only throbbing, but his body also felt extremely heavy. He didn't want to move from the discomfort.

Everytime he moved, his stomach churned.

After wiping his face down, she tenderly said, "I'll go see if the soup is done. Wait a moment."

He lifted his gaze to look at her

petite figure, clad in the wedding

fit

dress. She hadn't changed out of it yet, so it was inconvenient for her to walk around. She could barely walk around with both her hands clutching the full-bodied skirt.

After a while, he heard her footsteps coming towards him once more. He opened his eyes again and saw her clumsily waddling towards him, a bowl in one hand, the hem of her skirt in the other.

This girl.

"Here you go. I've made some soup. Go ahead and drink it to soothe your stomach."

He sat up and drank the soup. His stomach still churned slightly, but it was miles better than before. She was about to leave him when he grabbed her wrist, not letting her go.

"Don't go. Lie down here with me." "Alright." She laid down beside him and looked at him while blinking." How much did you drink?"

He could only elicit a pained smile at

her question. Those people really didn't have any limits when it came to alcohol. Each person had gotten him to drink at least two glasses. One for himself, and one for Olivia. Although it didn't seem much all the glasses added up with the sheer number of guests present. He really

couldn't withstand that much alcohol.

"If I had known that this would happen, I wouldn't have let you drink my share of alcohol."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? If I didn't, the alternative was to see you act up at our wedding."

She pinched him and said discontentedly, "That's for the better. If I start acting up, those people won't dare toast me anymore. At least I wouldn't feel sick while I was going wild. But you look absolutely miserable right now."

Sam reached out and folded her into his embrace. Hoarsely, he retorted, "I'm fine. I don't feel too miserable."

Although he said that, he had been lying there since he returned home. He hadn't moved a muscle except to hug her.

The state he was in dampened her mood somewhat. It looked like they wouldn't be able to spend their first night as a married couple together as one should.

She gloomily pursed her lips. She wasn't really looking forward to it that much, but she hadn't anticipated that it would be off the table entirely. Hence, she felt a little disappointed.

Even though she was disappointed, she did not object to it, because of how poorly he was feeling.

Both of them just laid there quietly. Compared to the hustle and bustle in the daytime, their wedding night was unusually silent. She could hear his heartbeat clearly through the silence, as she was lying down beside him.

The room still had wedding decorations in it, and the lights were dim.

As they laid there, she felt drowsiness come over her once more. Just as she was about to fall asleep, his hands suddenly went where they shouldn't.

All of a sudden, her sleepiness vanished. She looked up at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

His eyes were dark and brooding, obviously different from before. Although his voice was hoarse, it was clear. "Tonight is our wedding night. I can't disappoint my wife."