Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1492

The words that came out of Sam's mouth in that quiet room made Olivia's heart flutter and her face redden.

Her face was essentially bright scarlet when she gave him a push.

"Right, but aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Didn't you just feed me some soup that would make me feel better?"

"I did, but it hasn't been that long yet."

"I'm already much better."

"You're lying. How is that possible?" She interjected huffily, in a serious tone that resembled an old woman's. "Although tonight is a special night, you don't need to force yourself. This is a special exception."

After that, she even got up and tucked him in under the quilt. She patted his cheek and said, "Sleep tight."

"Ah!"

Just as she was done bidding him goodnight, he suddenly turned over and sat up. He then pulled her over by her waist and picked her up. She had not seen it coming. In her fright, she instinctively put her arms around his neck.

With her entire body mid-air, she was carried by him into the bathroom.

"I'll let you see with your own eyes if I'm faking it or not."

Well, Olivia never thought that Sam, who had been like a dead fish up until that second, regained his vigor all of a sudden in the next second. Perhaps her soup was too effective, or perhaps it was because her words pierced his self-esteem.

In short, she had to pay a very high price.

He did not let her off until the early hours of the morning. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She paid no mind to anything else.

In her sleep, she vaguely felt someone wiping her body with a warm towel. His movements were tender, and the temperature of the towel was just right.

Therefore, she slept deeply.

When she woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Still tired, she didn't even want to lift a finger. Unfortunately, she was also still hungry. Lying on the bed, her stomach would constantly growl from time to time. The hunger made her dizzy and light-headed.

Hunger aside, she was fatigued, so Olivia kept lying there with her eyes half-closed.

That continued until Sam pushed the door open and went inside. He heard the sound of her stomach growling.

"Awake? Are you hungry?"

Her expression changed when she saw him. She glared at him as if he was her mortal enemy.

It was all that b*stard's fault. If it wasn't for him, she would still at least be able to get out of bed.

At that thought, she didn't want to look at him. She shut her eyes, planning on ignoring him.

"I've made some oatmeal. Have some?"

When she heard what he said, she opened her eyes again and snorted. "I'll only eat if you feed me."

Following that, he turned around and left the room once more. As he did so, she closed her eyes to rest until the aroma of food wafted towards her nose.

She pried her eyes open and watched as he approached her.

Sam helped her up and began to feed her the oatmeal. After downing nearly half a bowl, Olivia recovered some of her energy and could talk more than before.

"Did I get up too late? Will your parents blame me?"

He curled his lips at that question. His ears were red as he said, "I don't think so. After all, it is a special situation."

She couldn't help but reach out to pinch his arm. "It's all your fault. It wasn't as though it was your first time. Why were you acting as though you've been deprived for years?"

He extended his hand to cover his mouth as he coughed slightly. It was because he saw her in that wedding dress. At that time, he was unable to hold it in any longer. He had been bitterly enduring his desires.

"Eat a little more."

"Okay."