Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1027

Maddox seized her chin and kissed her.

His pale lips were fairly cold. Even so, as soon as he started kissing her, his lips began to burn.

Minerva watched as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her instead of pinching her chin. He kissed her affectionately. If it weren't for the sweat that was seeping out from his forehead, she would have thought that he enjoyed this moment.

Unfortunately, she knew that he was in pain and her heart ached for him.

A kiss could excite a person. Maybe kissing would make him forget about the pain.

Minerva blinked her eyes at the thought of this. They had made an agreement earlier. He wasn't allowed to kiss her without her permission. However, this was a different circumstance. Maybe... maybe she should give a little response?

Just as she had fallen deep in thought, Maddox pulled away from her lips.

Minerva came back to her senses and realised that Maddox was staring at her.

"Ahem... Could it be that he knew I was distracted by something else?" Minerva thought to herself.

Minerva was a little embarrassed. She bit her lower lip subconsciously and paused to think for a moment before taking the initiative to kiss him.

Maddox's pupils dilated. The next second, he squinted as a sign of danger, held the back of her head, and kissed back.

The uneasiness and pain Maddox felt earlier were gradually taken over by the sweetness of the kiss...

The two of them kissed passionately in Yardley Mansion.

On the other side, in a certain unit in the Sunshine Residence.

Sam sat on the sofa leisurely as he enjoyed a freshly brewed coffee. He then looked up at Olivia, who had her back against her, as she worked away on the computer.

She had been sitting there for nearly half an hour. As soon as Sam finished his cup of coffee, he went to get himself another.

When he went to refill his coffee, he realized that Olivia's house wasn't big. Nevertheless, she seemed to be a person who knew how to enjoy life. She had almost everything: A coffee machine, a bread maker, a cake machine, and many more.

Her kitchen was huge. It was filled with all the kitchen appliances that one could imagine.

Even her fridge was filled to the brim.

Before this, Sam was told that ghostwriters hardly ever leave their houses. They would either have instant noodles or ordered takeouts. However, everything in her refrigerator was fresh; she looked like someone who would cook.

Sam took another sip of coffee. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Olivia's back.

He felt something was amiss.

She had been sitting there for half an hour and had not said a single word. Not only that, she hadn't left the table at all. He only asked her to amend a little. Why was she taking so long?

Sam frowned at the thought of this. He put down the cup of coffee in his hand and called her.

"Hello."

There was no response.

When Sam saw a lack of response, he raised his eyebrows and thought, "Maybe she is immersed in her work?"

But why did he have a gut feeling that something is wrong?

Sam waited for a few more minutes, but Olivia remained motionless. This was way too unusual.

Sam simply stood up and walked over to her. He said, "Is it done? Why are you taking so long? Are you even a professional writer?"

Sam had already walked to her front as he spoke. He briefly glanced at the computer and turned to look at her.

Olivia was sitting up straight in front of the computer but her eyes were closed. Her mouth was slightly agape; she was fast asleep.

Sam was baffled.

What the hell was going on?

Wasn't she supposed to amend her work? Why is she fast asleep in front of the computer?

Not only that, how did she manage to sit so straight while sleeping?

Olivia suddenly moved her lips.