Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Sam naturally would not admit to that point, although he had indeed torn the dress because of his selfishness. Nonetheless, he still humbly admitted to his mistake in the face of Olivia's harshness. "I'm sorry. I tried my best to control myself, but I couldn't hold my emotions back. I didn't mean to do that to your dress." "Do you think I'll believe you?" She sneered again. She was going to take out a loose T-shirt dress, but after thinking about it, she went for another black sleeveless dress.

When he saw her wearing another sleeveless dress, the corners of his lips subconsciously twitched.

She walked towards him, raised her chin and smiled smugly, "You didn't expect this, right? Before we chere, I prepared a few of these dresses in consideration of the weather here. If you tear all of them, I'll buy more when we go shopping. I'll buy a new one for every one you ruin." He was about to say something else, but when he saw the marks on her body, he pursed his thin lips slightly and asked, "Are you sure you want to go out while dressed like that?" "Of course." Her answer was both forceful and lofty.

To that, he reminded her in a good-natured way, "How about you go to the bathroom to wash your face or hands?" Although Olivia did not know why Sam said that, she did think that washing her hands before dinner was necessary. Moreover, she was sweaty after their tryst. Her face was also sticky She glared at him, then turned around and walked into the bathroom.

There was a faint smile on his lips. He slowly sat down at the dining table and counted to himself.

"Three, two, one." When he counted to 'onel, her angry voice floated out from the bathroom.

"Ah, Sam, you b*stard!" Hearing her furious shout, he was not angry at all. In fact, the smile on his lips grew even wider.

After a few seconds, Olivia rushed towards him in her shoes. All of a sudden, she was right up in his face. She grabbed his collar and accused him, "You did it on purpose!" "What?" She was wondering why he had suddenly suggested that she go to the bathroom to wash her hands. She was still pondering over it when she lifted her head and saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Her once- pale and flawless skin was currently peppered with purplish- red marks, all the way from the neck to her collarbone, back, and legs. Anyone could see those marks on her skin that was exposed in the dress.

No wonder she thought that Sam was behaving strangely previously. He was especially loving towards her collarbone and legs. It turned out that he had that in mind.

He stubbornly refused to let her wear that sort of sleeveless dress.

With that, even if he didn't tear the dress up, she couldn't wear it out anyway.

However...

While Olivia was fuming at Sam, the look in her eyes suddenly underwent a change. When he saw the cunning flash in her eyes, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart. Sure enough, before he had even grasped what it was, he saw her lips curl up as she said lightheartedly, "Did you really think that I won't wear the dress out like this? I'm telling you, when you're walking with me, everyone's attention will be on you instead ofif I go out like this. Do you believe this?" He put his arms around her waist timidly. "So you mean that you still want to wear it? Aren't you going to be embarrassed from the looks people give you?" "I have always been thick-skinned. Do you think I'll be scared? But you, on the other hand..." She reached out to touch his red ears. "I'm afraid you will feel more embarrassed than me." She was right, but he thought to himself that he could not let her continue being smug and pull a fast one on him. Thus, he said firmly, "Nope, I won't. If you don't care about it, I don't mind letting others see my masterpiece too." She was stunned. She didn't expect that he would say something like that, so it took a moment for her to respond.

However, she was also a stubborn one. The next day, when they were about to go out, Olivia really wore the sleeveless dress. She only slathered her sunscreen on and wore nothing else over it for protection. The day before, Sam was fully of the mind to win the argument with her.

When he saw his woman sporting those marks and walking out of the door with her fair, long legs, his mood took a nosedive.

Before she was fully out the door, he pulled her back inside.

"I admit defeat. Go and change." She squinted at him. "What? Didn't a certain person say that he didn't mind it just yesterday? Why would you go back on your words that quickly?" A man knew when to yield. Besides, he couldn't care less if he was humiliated in front of his wife. He couldn't stand the thought that she would attract other people's attention with the way she looked. At that thought, he closed the door right away.

"Yes, I regret it. We'll go out after you're done changing." She snorted and shook off his hand. She went straight to the sofa and sat down. "You wantto change? I won't. I can't give in to you for everything." He was about to call her 'madam' at that point. From the beginning until then, how many times did she give in to him? Wasn't it always him giving in to her? Sam knew that she was the type who would respond negatively if he persisted in.arguing, so he cast aside any thoughts of continuing the argument. He sat down next to her and held her in his arms. He asked in a low voice, "What do I need to do to get you to change?"

Huh? His tone had changed. Olivia hadn't seen it coming, so she looked your mood at him and said with the sure does change when the weather.

Why are you suddenly so gentle? I'm not used to it." After that, she reached out and held onto his shoulders. "I'm okay with changing as long as you carryall the way today." Carry her all the way? "No problem." He quickly agreed to it, so quickly that even she was surprised. She had already made up her mind to be difficult, with him. After all, it would be boring if they just stayed there and did nothing. It was a great opportunity to have sfun with him..

However, he agreed so swiftly that she couldn't even continue to be demanding.

"Let's go. I'll help you change."

At last, Sam carried Ollie and personally helped her change into a relatively conservative but e light skirt set that Emma had bought for her.

The set was pastel pink, with blue accents. It looked especially prim and elegant. She was not accustomed to such clothing. After putting it on, she stood in front of the mirror. Although she did not feel used to it, it really was pleasing to the eye.

She never put much effort into dressing up in the past, but recently, perhaps because she was with him, she had changed. She was not as tomboyish as before, and would wear more feminine clothes.

That time, she had packed her

luggage herself. She had every opportunity to pack entirely casual clothes. However, she considered that he would hire a photographer to En take pictures of them when they were on their honeymoon. Therefore, she changed her mind and decided to bring along sgirly clothes. She had already discovered that new side of hers before the trip. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had indeed changed a lot.

She had changed so much for him. She suddenly looked at him and said, "If you dare betrayin the future, I will never forgive you!" X