Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1100

Forty minutes later.

Everyone involved was brought to the police station. A few drunks kept mumbling for more alcohol while those who assaulted Vera were questioned separately.

Vera had completed her report with the police. She sat on a bench alone, and her face was burning in pain. A kind policewoman wrapped some ice with a towel and gave it to Vera to soothe her pain. Vera thanked her and quietly nursed her wound as she sat there.

Although she had been saved, she was still traumatized. The incident earlier was truly horrifying.

If... Ernest hadn't arrived, she would probably...

Thinking of this, Vera closed her eyes and didn't dare to imagine further.

Suddenly, her phone rang, and it frightened her. She pulled it out and saw that it was a call from the restaurant.

She had been gone for so long and hadn't return, they must be worried sick about her.

Vera took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

Vivy? Are you all right? Why haven't you come back from the delivery yet? Did something happen?"

Mabie stood by the phone and hurriedly asked Vera a few questions. David was beside them and urged her, "Ask Vera where is she right now!"

"Yes, yes, Vivy, where are you right now?"

Vera shot a glance around her and prepared to sound calm.

"Mum, I'm fine. I'll be back soon. You're in the restaurant with Dad, aren't you? There's nothing to worry about."

Vera held back her tears and tried to speak in her usual tone. It didn't sound troubled, but she did tremble on some words.

"Are you really okay?"

Vera knew that her parents couldn't see her right now but she still forced a smile on her face and said, "I'm really okay, Mom. You guys don't have to worry about me. I just passed by a jewelry shop and the jewelry looked nice, so I decided to do a little shopping. Don't blame me for being lazy, all right? I'll talk to you guys later."

Vera quickly hung up the phone, fearing that she would be exposed if she spoke further.

Not long after hanging up, she heard a rush of footsteps approaching her direction. Vera didn't think much of it and continued to apply ice to her face. She looked down and stared at her toes.

Suddenly, a pair of shoes appeared in front of her. She was stunned for a split second, and just as she raised her head, the person placed their hand on her shoulder.

The man's scent shrouded her. Vera absentmindedly looked at the man who leaned over as he placed his hand on her shoulder, scrutinizing her.

"Are you all right?"

She didn't speak.

Vera's pale lips trembled, and she looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

He was very handsome, and his usually calm eyes were now looking anxious. It was obvious that his breath was unstable as he spoke to her, and she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks.

Quill.

Vera called out his name in her heart and it took her a bit of time to react. She opened her lips and asked, "You... Why are you here?"

Was she dreaming? Was she hallucinating? Quill, whom she hadn't seen for several months, actually... appeared in front of her eyes?

Quill frowned. Seeing she wasn't answering his question, he pursed his lips unhappily and grabbed her wrist, leading her outside.

Vera reeled her head in shock and looked at her wrist. She was being strung along by Quill like a puppet.

As they walked out, they happened to run into Ernest, who was walking towards them.

When Ernest saw his usually calm friend gripping onto a girl's wrist and pulling her out of the police station, he couldn't help but smile.