Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1152

Take... take a shower?

After the kiss, Vera couldn't help but overthink when she heard him say this.

When Quill saw that she looked at him shockingly, with eyes filled with a strange expression, he knew that she had twisted his intention. He then softly explained.

"Go take a shower and calm down."

"Oh..." Vera nodded adorably, and then she walked off to the bathroom.

The bathroom was right where she could see it, so she walked toward it and closed the door behind her.

She then looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked at herself in the mirror and found that her face was rosy and her lips were red and plump from the kiss earlier. She merely stared at herself for a while before she lifted her hand to touch her lips with her fingers.

Was she hallucinating?

Quill kissed her just now? Moreover, it wasn't just a peck; it was...

As compared to when she secretly kissed him, this kiss was ten times more passionate than her secret kisses.

Was it fake? If she wasn't hallucinating, then she must be dreaming!

Vera suddenly pinched her cheek hard, causing her to shout in pain. Then she realized something and covered her mouth and widened her eyes.

Quill wasn't far away; could he have heard her shout?

Vera swallowed the pain, turned on the shower, and stood under the warm water.

All the filthy images had disappeared. Quill's kiss worked. Now all she could think about was that kiss.

Vera put her hands on her cheeks.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the shower when she heard a knock.

Vera panicked and turned off the shower but stood there quietly.

"I'll leave the clothes here at the door and head out; remember to take it."

Then there was what sounded like a plastic bag and Quill's footsteps faded. Vera then heard the bedroom door being closed.

She hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed to the door to open it slightly and grab the bag outside.

There was a thick black shirt in the bag. Vera blushed when she saw this.

There were no other men here, so this shirt must've belonged to him. He actually gave her his shirt to wear? Vera bit her lower lip lightly and felt a little nervous.

What should she do? Should she wear it?

But would it be a good idea for her to wear his shirt?

However, reality did not allow Vera to hesitate because her clothes were dirty, and they got wet in the bathroom.

Perhaps, she should not have taken a shower.

What now?

After hesitating for a long time, Vera dried her body and put on the black shirt.

Quill was tall, and Vera was petite, so the shirt was able to cover up even her knees nicely, and because it was dark in color, the shape of her body was barely visible.

Vera felt a sense of relieve after she looked at herself in the mirror.

She took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door and went out.

The room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing. She walked into the room barefooted, leaving her wet footprints behind.

"Done showering?"

A crisp voice of a man came from the door, which scared Vera, and she covered her body in reflex.