Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

As the thought crossed her mind, Olivia thought she was done for.

She pondered seriously about how to resolve this.

They had already agreed to be truthful to Sam's mother after they went back, but who would've thought this would happen.

Was this what they called "life is what happens when you're busy making other plans"? Olivia thought bitterly, "If Sam realized what happened, would he shoulder the responsibility?" But was this what she wanted? "Obviously not," Olivia thought as she blinked.

Forget it. She didn't lose out anyway. She was a woman of the new era; she had only slept with a man. So what? Besides, he was a good-looking man with a good physique.

With the thought in mind, Olivia felt better. She decided to pretend nothing had happened after Sam woke up. But would Sam want to shoulder the responsibility if she did so? What if she just snuck away? As soon as this idea cup, Olivia looked at Sam's face for a moment before she slowly got up.

The clothes on the floor made her blush. She quickly picked them up and put them on. Then, she combed her messy long hair and casually pushed it back. After that, she crept to the bathroom, acting as if nothing had happened.

Olivia had already tidied up her clothes when she cout of the bathroom. Seeing that Sam was still motionless in bed, she quickly grabbed her phone and bag and left quietly.

No one realized Olivia was leaving, nor did she tell anyone. After all, it happened too suddenly. She didn't even want to tell Sam's mother out of politeness. It was too awkward.

As such, she took a taxi and left first.

Two hours had passed by the tSam woke up.

He had just woken up when Emma knocked on the door to check on them, so he got out of bed blearily to open it.

After removing the quilt, Sam realized something. He lowered his head and fell silent for a moment before hiding underneath the quilt again.

The empty side of the bed was cold, as though no one was there in the first place.

However, there was a faint fragrance in the quilt, and Sam knew it all too well. Olivia had stayed in his house for a long time, so his body and wherever she had been was lined with her scent. It was sweet, not overpowering, but pleasant to smell.

Recalling the night before, all that had happened played in his mind frby frame. After that, Sam moved his gaze to the side.

Judging from the coldness of the quilt and the empty side of the bed, Olivia was long gone. How long had he been asleep? Where had she gone? As he hadn't gone to the door, the doorbell rang again. It was only then that Sam stiffly put on his clothes, then sat on the edge of the bed and pinched his temples.

How had such a thing happened? Although he had one too many the day before, he hadn't completely lost his mind. But how did they end up...

Gosh! Sam cursed himself. He should be d*med. How could he have done that to her?! Ding-dong...

It wasn't until the doorbell rang more and more urgently that Sam got up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Emma scolded him, "What's wrong with you? I've been ringing the doorbell for a long time; don't you know to open the door? You..." Emma suddenly noticed something and fell silent. Then, she stared at Sam's neck.

Puzzled by her gaze, he touched his neck and asked. "What's wrong?" "No, nothing." Emma cback to her senses and waved her hand with a smile. "Njust wanted to tell you and Ollie to go down for breakfast. Now that I've let you know, you guys can decide when to cdown.ll head off first." After that, Emma turned around and left. After taking a few steps, she cback to push Sam back into the room and even closed the door for him.

Sam couldn't wrap his head around the situation and stood rooted to the ground for a while before he finally headed for the bathroom.

It wasn't until he looked into the mirror that he finally realized why Emma was looking at him with such a gaze.

It was because his neck was covered in bite marks and lipstick marks. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell what had happened at a glance.

Sam couldn't help but twitch his lips. No wonder Emma had let him off so easily. She had obviously mistaken.

No, it wasn't a misunderstanding at all.

Something did happen between Sam and Olivia the night before.

But why was Olivia nowhere to be found when he woke up? Sam did not ponder but called her directly.

The phone rang for a while before it was rejected.

Stunned for a moment, he made another call. However, he was greeted by a cold robotic voice this time. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off." Switched off? Sam narrowed his eyes. Had this girl becso angry that she was ignoring him? But from what he could gather currently, he knew she was not in any danger but only didn't want to talk nor see him.

After that, Sam searched the room to find she had taken all of her belongings with her.

She was nowhere to be found and even refused to answer his calls.

Sam sighed and began to pack his things.

Emma was over the moon and even daydreamed about being a grandmother soon. When Sam cdown for breakfast, she went to him and asked. "When are you guys planning to marry?" Hearing that, Sam's expression

changed slightly. But before he could answer, Emma continued, "Don't tell eyou've never thought about it! You are a man, so you must have a sense of responsibility. If you don't have any plans to marry, then don't tell people you're my son." She didn't say it upfront, but Sam knew exactly what Emma meant.

She was implying if he had no intention of marrying her, he would be a b*stard for sleeping with her. A man should be responsible. If he had no intentions of marrying her, then he shouldn't have touched her.

He had planned to explain everything to her once he got back. However om things took an unexpected turn. Moreover, Ollie refused to talk to him, so he did not know what was going through her mind currently. As the thought crossed his mind, Sam said solemnly, "I want to ask for her opinions first." Ollie was the "victim" here, and he was the "criminal". So he wanted to know her thoughts and not make a hasty decision by himself.

Hearing that, Emma couldn't help widening her eyes and scolded, "You brat, you haven't made up your mind yet?" X