Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1485

Olivia really didn't expect Sam to kiss her.

That being said, it was just a light peck, in consideration of her current physical condition. It resembled a dragonfly skimming over a pond's surface, gently brushing across her lips before it left.

"Why didn't you kiss me properly?" After his lips left hers, his breath lingered as she questioned him in a soft voice.

She continued wheedling, as though she wanted to get on his nerves, "Why did you only give me a peck? It's because you're sick of me, right?"

He was speechless.

The corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily. He narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on her.

"You even have to fake kissing me. You must have grown tired of me."

If it wasn't for her sickly- pale complexion and weak constitution, he really had the mind to make her understand the consequences of saying such a thing. However, he suppressed his desire and laughed in a low voice, "You can provoke me all you want right now. Just bear in mind that you'll have to repay me a hundred times over for it after you recover."

With those words, Sam sat up and tucked her into bed properly. "Sleep. You can go home after you're done with the IV."

Olivia's true intention was indeed to provoke him. Who knew that he would see through her entirely. What he said in reply sapped her energy once more.

Moments ago, she had been drained from the constant vomiting. She herself didn't know how many days it would take for her to feel energetic again.

However, when he kissed her, there was only one thought in her mind. She was so glad that she rinsed her mouth out beforehand!

If her mouth had tasted rancid when he kissed her, how turned off would he be?

Because she knew her mouth no longer smelled, she had dared to play with fire. Otherwise, she wouldn't dare, even if he could bear it.

After her body had taken in all the fluid from the IV drip, she finally regained some of her energy. Nonetheless, she still wasn't feeling well. She was about to act coquettish to get some affection out of him, but he unexpectedly took the initiative to bend down to her, facing away.

"Get on."

Olivia eyed Sam. His shoulders were broad and his back was strong. The sight gave her a sense of warmth and stability.

She was about to be his wife, after all. Thus, she did not hold back from clambering onto his back. Her arms circled around his neck.

Although she was wearing several layers of clothing, her hands were still cold when she put them around him because of the drip. Although they were ice-cold when placed on his neck, he wasn't bothered by it. He showed no sign of annoyance, and merely carried her as they walked out slowly. He was the perfect picture of calmness.

"I don't think we need to tell our elders that I got food poisoning."

While resting on his back, she told him that.

He did not object. He nodded and said, "Alright."

She added, "It came to me just now that we don't need to tell them right away that we're getting married."

He stopped in his tracks when he heard that. It appeared as if she had caught him off-guard with what she said.

Olivia expected him to ask her the reason for that, but Sam defied her expectations yet again. He asked, "Just now? Weren't you asleep?"

She was thrown for a loop. After all, his takeaway from her statement was just too weird. Was this dunce's brain wired differently from other dunces?

"I thought about it while I was asleep."

"How can you think when you're asleep?" He was rife with suspicion. He pursed his thin lips and side-eyed her. "You weren't asleep, were you?"

"I was!" She reached out to push his face. In a low voice, she groaned, "Focus on walking. What will you do if you fall while carrying me? I don't think my body could withstand a fall like that. I'm extremely weak right now."

Weak?

He could clearly feel the strength in her push. It was no joke. This girl...

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he carried her even more snugly. His attention was focused on the road ahead as they conversed.

"It doesn't matter when we tell them. It's all the same. I won't change my mind, anyway."

"Alright," she interrupted him. "Why does it seem like you're constantly swearing fealty to me? I trust you. It's just that so much happened tonight that I'm exhausted. I just want to go back home and get a good rest. Then, we'll find a good time to inform the family about our decision. We can't leave them hanging."

"Okay."

Olivia was not making light of the situation. She was fatigued, extremely so. At first, she was still able to jest with Sam and poke fun at him. Later on, exhaustion overtook her and she fell asleep on his back right away. She wasn't even aware that they had gotten into the car. When they arrived home, he carried her upstairs.

She, on the other hand, had been sleeping soundly all the while. Her fair skin looked even paler and more fragile than usual because of the illness.

It was rare to see her like that usually. At the moment, she was curled up under the quilt like a kitten. Her brows were furrowed as she slept; her face was scrunched up as she was still not feeling well.

He requested for leave and did not go to work. He remained at home to accompany her.

She slept until the next afternoon. Her stomach was emptied from vomiting too much the night before. When she woke up, her body was famished, but she did not have any appetite.

After waking up, she laid on the bed, dazed. The quilt covered her body and she peered at the chandelier above her. Her thoughts were unfathomable.

It was not until he pushed the door open that she turned to look at him.

"You're awake?" He asked.

She nodded and voluntarily stretched her arms out to him first. The gesture was one which he understood. He sat down at the edge of the bed and pulled her into his embrace.

Sam's body temperature was slightly low. At the embrace, Olivia could not help muttering, "So cold."

"Then I'll take my coat off. It'll be warmer inside." She immediately wrapped her arms tighter around his waist when he went to shrug his coat off. She shook her head and murmured, "There's no need. I'll warm up after I hug you for a while more."

She had not fully recovered yet. Her antics were like those of a clingy, mischievous child. Holding onto him, it wasn't long before she felt drowsy again.

"Are you feeling sleepy again? Aren't you hungry?" He asked.

"I'm a little hungry, but I don't feel like eating," she replied.

His large hand placed itself on her back. As he patted her hair down to make it tidier, he told her tenderly, "I've made soup. Get up and have some."

Soup?

She immediately shook her head from side to side. "I don't want soup. I want something spicy."

Instantly, Sam's expression turned stormy.

"You still want spicy food after being in that state last night? Your sickness was probably caused by you ingesting too much spicy food."

They had ordered extra-spicy food the previous night. Ollie had even gotten an additional serving of spicy sauce for herself. She had been tearing up from the spiciness, yet she still insisted on eating it.

Hence, he had the suspicion that her illness was caused by her stomach not being able to withstand the spiciness of the food.

She seemed to acknowledge that she was being unreasonable, so she didn't pursue the matter again.

"Anyway, I don't want to eat soup. It's not tasty."