Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1174

After just one glance, Quill retracted his gaze.

He pursed his lips and deliberately lowered his voice. "Your clothes are dirty. You should change your clothes first before you continue to eat."

Vera didn't know what else to say. She nodded sadly, blaming herself for acting so clumsily.

Quill brought her into the bathroom and handed her a dark-colored shirt.

When she took it, Vera felt all embarrassed. She quickly hid in the bathroom, took off her wet clothes, then changed into the shirt Quill gave her.

It was the one she wore last time. Seeing this shirt, Vera remembered that she hung it in the bathroom after she changed it last time, and she didn't wash it before returning it to him.

She felt awkward just at the thought of it.

She was wearing a dark-colored skirt that day; she found that the shirt perfectly matched if she tucked it in.

After that, Vera washed her dirtied T-shirt in the bathroom. When she opened the door, she saw Quill standing by the door, waiting for her.

Vera jumped in fright, "Why are you here?"

Quill glanced at her and found that she had already changed into the shirt, and she held her dirtied T-shirt in her hands. She probably washed it in there; that was why her sleeves were a little wet.

Remembering how she looked with her wet clothes earlier, Quill's eyes darkened a little as his Adam's apple bopped. Then, he reached his hand out to her.

"You've washed the shirt? Give it to me."

Vera subconsciously handed her shirt over after hearing his words. After thinking for a bit, she retracted her hand.

"No, it's fine. I can just hang it myself."

Quill let out a low chuckle and said, "What are you afraid of? You're already wearing my shirt for the second time, yet you're afraid of me helping you hang your shirt?

Vera was at a loss for words.

She hesitated for a while and gave him her shirt. Quill took it and went to the balcony; Vera followed him blindly.

Then she watched Quill hang her shirt. Inexplicably, when Vera saw Quill's slender fingers brush past her shirt, she had an unusually strange feeling in her heart.

When he was done hanging her shirt, her ears were already covered in a layer of pink.

Vera turned around with her blushed face and was ready to sneak away before he could turn around, but Quill strode forward and caught up with her as he grabbed her arm.

"Go down for breakfast."

"Oh, okay."

"Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. I've already told you, you don't have to be so cautious in front of me now that we're a couple."

Quill suddenly opened his mouth and started another topic.

"If you really are that afraid of me, then..." Quill's hand, which was holding her arm, gradually moved upward. Vera was dumbstruck for a moment. Before she could react, Quill had already grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the wall.

Vera widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at the man leaning in front of her. His breath was gentle, yet it burned her cheeks as it brushed past.

She anxiously looked at the person only inches away from her, and her lips slightly parted, "What is it?"

Quill pursed his thin lips and inched even closer; his voice was low and hoarse.