Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1396

As the thought crossed her mind, Olivia thought she was done for.

She pondered seriously about how to resolve this.

They had already agreed to be truthful to Sam's mother after they went back, but who would've thought this would happen.

Was this what they called "life is what happens when you're busy making other plans"?

Olivia thought bitterly, "If Sam realized what happened, would he shoulder the responsibility?"

But was this what she wanted?

"Obviously not," Olivia thought as she blinked.

Forget it. She didn't lose out anyway. She was a woman of the new era; she had only slept with a man. So what? Besides, he was a good-looking man with a good physique.

With the thought in mind, Olivia felt better. She decided to pretend nothing had happened after Sam woke up.

But would Sam want to shoulder the responsibility if she did so?

What if she just snuck away?

As soon as this idea came up, Olivia looked at Sam's face for a moment before she slowly got up.

The clothes on the floor made her blush. She quickly picked them up and put them on. Then, she combed her messy long hair and casually pushed it back. After that, she crept to the bathroom, acting as if nothing had happened.

Olivia had already tidied up her clothes when she came out of the bathroom. Seeing that Sam was still motionless in bed, she quickly grabbed her phone and bag and left quietly.

No one realized Olivia was leaving, nor did she tell anyone. After all, it happened too suddenly. She didn't even want to tell Sam's mother out of politeness. It was too awkward.

As such, she took a taxi and left first.

Two hours had passed by the time Sam woke up.

He had just woken up when Emma knocked on the door to check on them, so he got out of bed blearily to open it.

After removing the quilt, Sam realized something. He lowered his head and fell silent for a moment before hiding underneath the quilt again.

The empty side of the bed was cold, as though no one was there in the first place.

However, there was a faint fragrance in the quilt, and Sam knew it all too well. Olivia had stayed in his house for a long time, so his body and wherever she had been was lined with her scent.

It was sweet, not overpowering, but pleasant to smell.

Recalling the night before, all that had happened played in his mind frame by frame. After that, Sam moved his gaze to the side.

Judging from the coldness of the quilt and the empty side of the bed, Olivia was long gone. How long had he been asleep?

Where had she gone?

As he hadn't gone to the door, the doorbell rang again. It was only then that Sam stiffly put on his clothes, then sat on the edge of the bed and pinched his temples.

How had such a thing happened? Although he had one too many the day before, he hadn't completely lost his mind. But how did they end up...

Gosh!

Sam cursed himself. He should be d*med. How could he have done that to her?!

Ding-dong...

It wasn't until the doorbell rang more and more urgently that Sam got up to open the door.