Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1461

Hearing this, Sam could tell that she was concerned about him. He smiled slightly and said softly, "The company has been quite busy lately, and Young Master Yardley has been focused on his family so he's been busy. That's why I have more to do."

"Heh, that's right."

Olivia snorted and said, "No matter how much he cares about his family, he shouldn't just ignore his company right? He's a slave to his wife. If he doesn't pay attention to his company and the company falls one day, what would he use to feed her?"

Hearing this, his expression became a little more serious. Perhaps he really believed in Maddox's abilities, which was why he spoke kindly on his behalf.

"He is capable, so he won't lose the company. Even if everyone around the world can't manage the company well, Young Master Yardley would be able to."

"From your tone of speech, you seem to worship him very much, don't you?" "I am not worshiping him. He is really capable." Olivia felt rather jealous when she heard Sam praise someone else, but why was that so? He was praising a man. If he praised a woman, she would probably tear his wounds apart.

After applying the medicinal cream to his wounds, she patted his arm and said, "The wounds on your back are done. Turn over."

Hearing the last two words, his hands paused, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He did not know why, but when he heard those words, he felt as though he was a piece of steak, ready to be flipped over to cook the other side. Regardless, he turned around obediently.

Then, he slowly propped up his arm and sat up.

Because he had cream on his back, it was not suitable for him to lie down. When he sat up, he did not notice that Ollie was just inches away from him and he accidentally bumped into her.

Peng!

Olivia was holding the jar of cream in her hand when she waited for him to turn over. As he bumped into her, she fell head first off the bed.

Sam quickly grabbed her and held her in his arms. On the other hand, he grabbed the cream.

Then, she heard him groan slightly. She must have accidentally hit his wounds, so she quickly pulled away and checked on him.

"Are you alright? Did I touch your wounds?"

She touched him with her pale hands, but she did not realize how risky such behavior was. Although he was usually as stiff as a board, he was still a man.

Since the time they were drunk, they had not been intimate.

For men, they worked just fine if they didn't want to be intimate, but once they started, it was hard for them to not think about it.

Especially when he woke up in the morning or... right at that moment.

Olivia had no idea what her actions were doing to him. She still had her hands on his body when she asked, "Does it hurt? Would you like to have a cold compress first? It's been such a long time. Why hasn't it healed yet?"

Sam saw that her eyes were full of distress, as if the wounds were on her. This consideration made his heart stir slightly.

He swallowed hard and his voice turned hoarse.

"It's only been a short time. How is it possible for it to heal instantly? Do you think I'm Hercules?"