Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 132

The atmosphere in the restaurant was very strange, and Sylvia was also very uneasy. There was a look of panic and anxiety in her eyes as she focused her gaze on Quill's face.

Sylvia didn't know if Quill would notice something strange, so she kept finding a topic to talk about to get their attention focused on herself.

However, no matter how hard she tried, the two men on the table barely looked at her.

"Achoo-"

Kimberly's nose felt itchy. She covered her nose instinctively and sneezed, throwing her head back.

It wasn't loud, but it attracted everyone's attention.

Including Quill's and Maddox's who were previously unfazed.

"What's wrong?" Maddox frowned and asked.

Quill also looked Kimberly up and down.

Sylvia was going to care for Kimberly, but when she saw Maddox and Quill looking at her, she stopped herself. It was normal for Maddox to care about Kimberly, but why was Quill, too?

Seeing this, Sylvia bit her lower lip silently and clenched her fists under the table.

Why? She tried so hard to attract their attention, yet no one looked at her. On the other hand, Kimberly only sneezed and all eyes were on her. Speaking of Quill, he was usually calm and could restrain himself. But why was he looking at her? He was even still staring at her now! Was Kimberly really that beautiful?

Sylvia was already panicking, and she couldn't calm down now. She twisted her hands so hard that she didn't realize she had pinched her nails into her flesh.

Kimberly's fair face turned red immediately when she saw everyone looking at her. She covered her nose and shook her head, saying, "I'm fine. Please continue."

Maddox frowned. Did she sneeze because she was cold? She had been sleeping on the floor since he moved her small bed away. At night, he would also grab her quilt away and hug her to sleep. She would always kick the quilt away in the middle of the night. Sometimes, when she woke up in the morning, she would want to stay far away from him.

At this time, the waiter brought the coffee, which was meant to go to the center of the table. Sylvia, who was sitting on the outer edge of the table, saw this and had a sudden thought.

"Oh, my God."

"Ah!"

Just as the waiter brought the coffee over, Sylvia abruptly stood up and knocked into the cup of hot coffee. The coffee overflowed from the cup and the hot liquid spilled onto her body.

"It's so hot! It's so hot!" Sylvia's eyes instantly brimmed with tears and her neck immediately turned red. She jumped up and started shouting. "I'm sorry!" The waiter widened his eyes in horror and apologized quickly, "Miss, are you okay? Follow me. I'll put some ice cubes on you."

As Sylvia was his sister, Quill finally reacted and stood up from his seat. He grabbed her hand and asked the waiter, "Do you have cold water?"

"Yes, yes, yes. It's at the back," the waiter hurriedly replied.

Then, Quill took Sylvia to the back. He took a paper towel and soaked it in cold water, then rubbed it on the red skin on her neck. Sylvia was in so much pain that she burst into tears, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Quill. I was too reckless and ended up troubling you."

Hearing this, Quill lowered his head and looked at her. Seeing the little girl's pitiful look, he felt helpless and said in a softer voice, "Be careful next time."

"Okay, Quill... will it leave scars on my skin?" Sylvia asked.

Quill frowned. Sylvia took the opportunity to hold his hand and asked pitifully, "Will I look ugly if it leaves a scar on me? Will someone be willing to marry me by then?"

After a long silence, Quill unbuttoned his suit and took off his coat. He put it on Sylvia's body and said, "Let's go to the hospital."

Sylvia was a little excited when she heard this. Quill was going to send her to the hospital. She looked at him expectantly and said, "Thank you, Quill."