Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1492

The words that came out of Sam's mouth in that quiet room made Olivia's heart flutter and her face redden.

Her face was essentially bright scarlet when she gave him a push.

"Right, but aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Didn't you just feed me some soup that would make me feel better?"

"I did, but it hasn't been that long yet."

"I'm already much better."

"You're lying. How is that possible?" She interjected huffily, in a serious tone that resembled an old woman's. "Although tonight is a special night, you don't need to force yourself. This is a special exception."

After that, she even got up and tucked him in under the quilt. She patted his cheek and said, "Sleep tight."

"Ah!"

Just as she was done bidding him goodnight, he suddenly turned over and sat up. He then pulled her over by her waist and picked her up. She had not seen it coming. In her fright, she instinctively put her arms around his neck.

With her entire body mid-air, she was carried by him into the bathroom.

"I'll let you see with your own eyes if I'm faking it or not."

Well, Olivia never thought that Sam, who had been like a dead fish up until that second, regained his vigor all of a sudden in the next second. Perhaps her soup was too effective, or perhaps it was because her words pierced his self-esteem.

In short, she had to pay a very high price.

He did not let her off until the early hours of the morning. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She paid no mind to anything else.

In her sleep, she vaguely felt someone wiping her body with a warm towel. His movements were tender, and the temperature of the towel was just right.

Therefore, she slept deeply.

When she woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Still tired, she didn't even want to lift a finger. Unfortunately, she was also still hungry. Lying on the bed, her stomach would constantly growl from time to time. The hunger made her dizzy and light-headed.

Hunger aside, she was fatigued, so Olivia kept lying there with her eyes half-closed.

That continued until Sam pushed the door open and went inside. He heard the sound of her stomach growling.

"Awake? Are you hungry?"

Her expression changed when she saw him. She glared at him as if he was her mortal enemy.

It was all that b*stard's fault. If it wasn't for him, she would still at least be able to get out of bed.

At that thought, she didn't want to look at him. She shut her eyes, planning on ignoring him.

"I've made some oatmeal. Have some?"

When she heard what he said, she opened her eyes again and snorted. "I'll only eat if you feed me."

Following that, he turned around and left the room once more. As he did so, she closed her eyes to rest until the aroma of food wafted towards her

nose.

She pried her eyes open and watched as he approached her.

Sam helped her up and began to feed her the oatmeal. After downing nearly half a bowl, Olivia recovered some of her energy and could talk more than before.

"Did I get up too late? Will your parents blame me?"

He curled his lips at that question. His ears were red as he said, "I don't think so. After all, it is a special situation."

She couldn't help but reach out to pinch his arm. "It's all your fault. It wasn't as though it was your first time. Why were you acting as though you've been deprived for years?"

He extended his hand to cover his mouth as he coughed slightly. It was because he saw her in that wedding dress. At that time, he was unable to hold it in any longer. He had been bitterly enduring his desires.

"Eat a little more."

"Okay."

She was still hungry after she had finished the whole bowl. Before he went to get another serving, she viciously tugged his hand over to her lips and bit him hard.

She deliberately used all of her strength. It was payback for how he had bullied her the night before.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, Sam set the bowl down on the chair beside him and pinned her down on the bed.

"Ah, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?" Olivia asked.

He stared sternly at her. "You're seducing me."

She replied, "When did I ever do that?"

that she

She swore that she really only wanted to pay him back by biting him. However, because she was afraid that he would really get hurt, she only bit him hard enough for him to feel the pain, but not draw blood. How did that count as seduction?

"You did." He gazed into her eyes seriously. "This counts as seducing me too, so you'd better not provoke me. After all, we're married now so anything I do to you is legal."

She huffed, "I'm already this exhausted. Why don't you just go on and work me to death!"

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Although he said what he did, he still felt a little chagrined when he saw her too tired to even move. Hence, he did not continue what he intended. Instead, he pulled her up into a proper sitting position. He said gently, "I was just scaring you. Do you want to have another bowl?"

"Yes!"

That day, Olivia broke her personal record and are three bowls of oatmeal. She even wanted another serving after that but Sam forbade it. He was worried that she would have a stomach ache if she ate too much at a time, so he didn't bring her another bowl. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Irritated, she didn't want to talk to him anymore.

What was even more hateful than him forbidding another bowl of food was that he actually thought that she had eaten too much and asked her to get up and walk around.

Hah! She really wanted to laugh in his face. Didn't he have any awareness of how he had made her suffer the night before? And he wanted her to go for a walk? With her legs feeling like jelly?

"I'm not going." She turned her face away. "I haven't had my fill yet. I don't have any strength."

He frowned slightly. "Ollie, don't stir up trouble. You've eaten too much today."

"When did I ever eat too much?" I'm hungry. Besides, it was just three bowls of food. It'll be digested very soon."

After saying that, she quirked her eyebrows, as if something had just come to mind. She reached out to him and said, "Actually, I'm okay with going out. I can't walk because I'm too weak, so you'll have to carry me."

"Carry you?"

"Yes." She nodded and chuckled. "Didn't you want me to take a walk to digest the food? But the thing is, I can't walk. Thus, you have to carry me. Isn't it the same?"

Sam asked, "Are you saying me carrying you around will aid in digestion?"

It was the first time he heard such an absurd statement. The one expending energy to carry her was him. Olivia was just latching on to someone who could walk so she wouldn't have to, because she couldn't.

To put it bluntly, she was just going to continue lying down, albeit in a different location.

He knew that that girl was upset with him because of what happened the night before, so she was being difficult to rile him up.

"Are you disagreeing? Where is that letter you read to me yesterday? I'm only asking for a small thing, yet you actually have to think about it for such a long time." She raised a brow, acting imposing.

He gave in to his fate and turned around so his back was facing her.

"Come on up. I'll bring you downstairs for a walk."

Upon looking at his broad back, she was pleased. She quickly climbed onto it. However, after climbing up, she came to realize something extremely embarrassing. She was still wearing his shirt!

Because of that, she immediately backed off

again.

"I'm not going."

When she thought that she had to get changed to go for a walk, she gave up on herself once more.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't go anywhere dressed like this. I won't go. I want to sleep."

As she said that, she laid back down on the bed and covered herself with the quilt.

His eyes were filled with a deep sense of helplessness.