Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 195

Sylvia stormed home in anger. As she entered her house, Juliette just happened to be taking her leave. Juliette was Quill's secretary. No matter how unhappy Sylvia was, she should be polite to Juliette.

Thus, Sylvia asked, "Secretary Sharpio, do you still have work at this hour?"

Juliette smiled and explained, "Yes, I am here to help President Hanover. It's getting late, I'm going home now.

Sylvia said gently, "I'll ask the driver to drop you home. It's not safe for you to be alone this late at night."

"It's okay, it's just a ten-minute drive back home for me. See you, Miss Sylvia."

After saying goodbye to Sylvia, Juliette left the house right away.

As soon as Juliette left, Sylvia's smile vanished. Then, she went upstairs and knocked on Quill's door.

"Quill, are you asleep?"

After a while, Quill answered her, "Not yet."

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Sure."

Only then did a trace of a smile appear on Sylvia's face and she walked into the room.

"Quill, I attended the Yardley Corporation's anniversary dinner. I bought this dress yesterday, how do you think I look?"

Sylvia plucked up her courage and asked Quill.

She felt the need to have a good relationship with him. After all, she needed to rely on him.

Quill was sitting at his study table. His eyes didn't even flinch when he heard her. As the smile on Sylvia's face gradually disappeared, she walked slowly towards him.

"Why are you still working at this hour?" she spoke again.

Quill finally grunted, "Yeah."

Sylvia knew that he was not paying attention to her. Feeling sad, she bit her lip and frowned.

Quill was always indifferent towards her. He was still the same after all these years.

Sylvia lowered her head and looked at her toes. Her heart sank.

Suddenly, Quill noticed that the atmosphere had turned quiet. He looked up and saw Sylvia staring at her toes silently. He realized that he was being too cold towards her.

Thinking of this, he glanced at her dress and praised, "It looks pretty."

Sylvia raised her head as soon as she heard his voice and looked at him in surprise, "What?"

"Your dress," Quill replied plainly. Then, he lowered his head and continued working.

Sylvia froze before she could realize what was going on. Suddenly, her eyes twinkled with joy as she said, "Do you really think that it's pretty? Thank you!"

After that, she strode forward and stood next to him. She noticed a nicely-wrapped box on the chair beside him. Sylvia was curious and exclaimed, "What a beautiful box! What's in it?"

She reached out to examine it, but Quill instantly shouted.

"Stop!"

His voice was emotionless. Sylvia was startled, and her hand froze in mid-air.

"Get out." Quill was unhappy now and his voice was as cold as ice.

Sylvia raised her head and looked into his eyes. She knew that Quill was not pleased with her actions.

For some reason, Sylvia felt extremely sad. She retracted her hand and said softly, "Okay then."

She then turned and ran out of the room.

Quill's turned to look at the dainty box. He reached forward and held it in his hands.