Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1405

As soon as she said it, Sam felt as if he was choked and couldn't say a word.

He looked at Olivia awkwardly, somewhat grimaced.

Olivia said unhappily, "What's with the face? Am I wrong? If you were this mawkish last night, would anything have happened between us?"

Sam thought she was right. If he was able to hold himself back, none of this would've happened. Now that they had done the deed and even ended up being an actual couple, his actions were definitely mawkish at this point.

Upon that thought, Sam walked back in silently and sat down on the edge of the bed.

After a moment of quiet, he said, "Can you not be so straightforward next time?"

"What?"

"I mean, be more euphemistic about awkward topics."

"How am I not? Besides, there's only you and me here, and we've already rolled in the hay. Is there still a need to be euphemistic?"

Sam said, "Pretend I didn't say anything." He shouldn't have brought this up. Olivia had a way with words, and he was no match for her at all. If she said so, then so be it.

In actuality, Olivia was not the forthright type. However, facing someone like Sam, she'd naturally become bolder.

When it came to his love life, not only was Sam rather reserved, but he was also easily shy, so he'd only make a move if he encountered a woman he was infatuated with.

However, he could only admit defeat facing the rogue type, like Olivia.

Hence, he was the submissive in this relationship.

Just like now, when Sam finally accepted her sleeping in the same bed as him, Olivia leaned in and asked for a goodnight kiss after he blow-dried his hair and got ready to sleep.

Frozen in place, he was at a loss of what to do with her gentle whisper and soft arms wrapped around his.

"Are you listening?" Seeing he was as stiff as a log, Olivia nudged him, "Don't couples do goodnight kisses?"

Sam knew if he did not agree to what she wanted, she wouldn't stop.

Hence, he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, filled with helplessness. "Where do you want me to kiss?"

"You've agreed?" Olivia pointed to her forehead and said, "Here of course. Where else?"

Sam turned his head and glanced at her. Supporting himself with an arm, he leaned closer to her.

Olivia's heart pounded as she watched the man get closer; his unique scent enveloped her.

Although they had done the deed the night before, she had blacked out as she was drunk.

So she only realized what they had done after she woke up the next morning and saw the scene. Hence, she grew nervous at his approach.

But she did not let it show. After all, she didn't want to cower before Sam. She gently picked at the sheets under the quilt and calmly watched as Sam planted a kiss on her forehead.

It was a light kiss, like a feather brushing against her lips.

Olivia blinked and suddenly thought of the kiss they had downstairs. How could he be so dominant then yet act so shy at this moment?