Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Facing Mabie's inquiry, Sam answered each question appropriately. The two of them chatted for a while.

Mabie poured stea for him and asked, "Did you just cback? Why don't you go back and rest for a while?" Sam thought of something and spoke sincerely, "I've already rested, so I cover." He had already rested? Mabie lifted her eyebrows. If he has rested, how did he still have a travel-worn face? Even little girls would not believe such words, let alone a person like her who had lived out most of her life.

Since Sam's answer was proper, Mabie did not intend to expose him as she said, "It's fine if you've taken a rest. You're busy; you should take good care of yourself when you're still so young. Don't be like Vivy. She has recently gotten into a relationship and has lost herself. She doesn't sleep at night and always clings to her phone, giggling." Upon hearing that, Sam's hand that was lifting a teacup paused, spilling tea.

That subtle movement naturally did not escape Mabie's eyes.

However, she had to make it clear. Although Sam might not feel comfortable at that moment, he still had to get through it.

"You youngsters cling onto your phones when you're in love. It sure is convenient for you guys to talk. Unlike how it was for us. When we wanted to chat, we can only write letters or something. It's very inconvenient." The smile on Sam's face slightly faded. Although he had vaguely guessed the outcome, he did not expect it to be so sudden.

It was so sudden that... he was caught off guard.

He had known that he might not stand a chance, but he didn't know that it was already too late.

Sam took a sip of tea.

The bitterness lingered in his mouth, filled his throat, and went straight into his heart.

After a long while, he smiled faintly.

"Yes, with the advancement of science and technology, it's convenient for us to do anything." He refrained from mentioning Vera's love affairs.

Mabie knew that he must have understood her words, but she didn't know what he was thinking. She only watched him continuously drink tea, finishing a few cups in one go.

Vera, who stayed outside, didn't know that Mabie had played such a trick behind her back. She was still pondering about how she should make it clear to Sam. In fact, she had already expressed her thoughts clearly, but Sam obviously wouldn't give up. Otherwise, he wouldn't cto her the moment he returned.

With that thought, she was in such a dilemma that she bit her fingers.

What should she do? After a long thought, Vera decided to get straight to the point. Sam would give up after knowing she was with Quill, wouldn't he? Just as she made up her mind and got up to ask for Sam, Mabie and Sam cout.

"Thank you for the tea, Madam. I'll go back first and visit again when I have the time," Sam said.

Mabie waved at him and said, "Alright, Sam, go back and have a good rest. You must be very tired from work recently." "Thank you, Madam for your concern." Then, Sam turned around and faced Vera with a light smile on his lips. He did not speak and just stared at her. Mabie pushed Vera's arm and said, "Go and see Sam off." "Oh..." Vera cback to her senses. She nodded her head dazedly and accompanied Sam as they walked out.

Sam drove there. When Vera saw that he was alone, she couldn't help but worry, "Did you drive here alone?" "Mm." "Are you sure it's alright for you to drive back?" In fact, Vera felt that Sam looked to be very tired. His journey would be long; even as an ordinary friend, she would be worried about him.

When Sam heard her concern, he nearly wanted to ask if she was concerned about him. But thinking of what Mabie had told him, Sam swallowed the question back in his throat.

He should forget it. He would say such things back then because Vera was single then, and he didn't want her to suffer. If she were to be with him, he would treat her well.

But she was in love. Now that she had a boyfriend, sthings were inappropriate for him to say.

With that thought, he showed a barely visible smile and said softly, "No problem. I chere just like this." "Alright," Only then did Vera nod.

Although she was still worried, it seemed inappropriate for her to say anything else since he said so.

The atmosphere between the two of them turned somewhat awkward. Vera didn't know what to say to him, but she was too embarrassed to urge him to leave, so she could only stand there with him.

The wind blew again and again and brushed against Sam's face. The hair on Sam's forehead was gently blown up, and the wind blew it down again as if nothing had happened.

Except for himself, no one noticed that he wanted to take the gift, but he didn't have the courage to do so.

He wanted to give her. It would be fine if he didn't get any response. But if he gave it to her, even if Vera accepted it, it would only give her more pressure.

That was why Sam gave up on that idea.

Since she already had a boyfriend, why should he bother her? After a long silence, Sam suddenly spoke, "You should go in. I'm also about to leave." He didn't say anything else, and Vera suddenly wasn't used to it. She couldn't bring herself to persuade him to stay either, so she only waved at him and reminded him to drive carefully.

After Sam got in the car, he drove for sdistance before he stopped at the side of the road and took out the gift.

He opened the box, in which laid a delicate and small hairpin.

When he was dealing with work abroad, he happened to pass by a glass showcase and noticed it Although the hairpin was small, it was created by a well-known designer, so it was quite expensive.

He had no other intentions. It was only that when he saw that hairpin, he thought of Vera and felt that it suited her very well. When he e realized what he had done, he had already bought the hairpin.

That was the first the had bought a gift for a girl in his life.

His happiness at that twas just as bitter as he was feeling now.

He closed the box, put it away, and continued driving.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a bar.

He randomly stopped there. He initially wanted to drive home, but when he saw the bar, he felt that it was not a bad idea to have a drink at that moment.

Was he going to drink to relieve his sorrow? Pfft, if it was in the past, Sam might not have done so, but... he felt that he might give it a try all of a sudden. At the stime, two girls were bickering at the door.

"Oh, I still have a lot of work I need to get done. If I don't hand in the work this week, the editor will kill me. Show smercy and go in yourself, will you?" Olivia was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of loose pants, struggling to resist her friend's dragging.

Her best friend said the man she om liked was drinking at the bar. She didn't dare calone, so she had to drag her over to accompany her And the reason was that Olivia was sloven so no men would be interested in her and her best friend was more than happy to have her around.

Who the f*ck was sloven!