Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1035

Minerva's heart skipped a beat when she realized that Maddox was acting strange.

"I heard Sam is here?"

Maddox paused. Then, he nodded in agreement.

"What's he doing here? Isn't it a weekend? Are you still busy with the company's affairs? Do you need me to help you?" Minerva asked, slightly concerned. "I used to work in the company, so I should be able to help with some small matters. If you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Maddox reached out a finger and placed it on her lips, preventing her from continuing.

Minerva was caught off guard. She saw a sense of helplessness arise in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm?"

"I have finished dealing with the company's affairs. You don't have to worry about it. My company's affairs aside, I don't even want you to be so hands-on with your company's affairs."

"If I don't, what will happen to the company? Should I just sell it then?" Minerva joked while she snaked her hand to Maddox's back. It felt warm and damp as well as a little sticky.

Her brows furrowed slightly. Maddox seemed to have sensed her actions. He pinched her waist lightly, causing Minerva to shriek while he took the opportunity to pull her hand over and held it in his.

Both of her hands were wrapped in his one hand and Minerva could not shrug out of his grasp. She struggled and said, "Why are you holding my hands? Come on, let me go."

Maddox smiled and said, "I'm trying to warm you up."

Minerva said, "What are you talking about? Your hand is obviously colder than mine."

"Fine." Maddox immediately turned the tide and said, "Then you can warm me up."

How much more shameless could he get. His hand was obviously colder than hers, but he insisted on holding it. Maddox would definitely not have done so in the past, so Minerva knew that there was something fishy going on.

The more he did not want her to know, the more curious she was.

However, even though she was curious, she still knew him well. So she did not say anything after that; instead, she focused on warming him up.

Since she had just woken up, she was very warm, like a little furnace.

In a matter of moments, Maddox's cold hands were nice and warm.

Minerva rested her hand on his chest and asked, "Do you feel warm now?"

Maddox did not say anything.

He swallowed a lump that rose in his throat, then lowered his head and looked at Minerva, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Minerva shook her head innocently. "Why would I seduce you? I'm pregnant and we're not allowed to have sex. You know that." Pregnant...

Maddox's eyes darkened at the mention of the word. That's right, he still had a long way to go.

"I'm really doing my best to warm your hands up," Minerva said.

Just as she finished her words, she saw a thin layer of sweat on Maddox's forehead. Coincidentally, someone knocked on the door at this time.

"Young Master Yardley?"

It was Sam's voice.

Minerva was still sitting in Maddox's lap; their position looked very intimate. If Sam came in and saw them, wouldn't that be very awkward? At the thought of this, she quickly pushed Maddox away and got up. As she smoothed out her clothes, she said, "Since Sam is looking for you, then I'll head back to my room."

"Alright." Maddox nodded gently and did not stop her. He watched her leave.

When Minerva saw him like this, she was even more certain that there was something wrong with Maddox. Otherwise, he would not be acting like this.

When Minerva opened the door, she happened to meet Sam's eyes. Sam wasn't surprised when he saw Minerva because Sarah had informed him that she was in the study with Young Master Yardley.

Sam wasn't sure what was going on inside, but he felt that he should knock on the door, to help Young Master Yardley get out of whatever situation he was in.

In the end, even though he felt that

he should prioritize Young Madam's demands, it was still built on his loyalty to Young Master Yardley. Otherwise, he would not respect the

woman Young Master Yardley

married that much.

Moreover, Young Madam treated him well. Ever since he had that scar from an injury on his face, Young Madam had often felt bad for him whenever she saw it.

However, she never said it out. She always politely looked away and did not stare at the scar for a long time, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.

How could anyone disrespect her like this?

When their eyes met, Minerva did not ask Sam anything. She smiled faintly and said, "You're here. Maddox's waiting. I'll go back to my room first."

After watching Minerva leave, Sam turned around, entered the study, and closed the door behind him.

After entering, Sam realized that Maddox was resting his head on the desk. There was a hint of forbearance in his eyes. He was probably trying to endure a great deal of pain.

When Young Madam was in the study, he must have pretended nothing was wrong. It must have been hard for him to bear.

At the thought of this, Sam cursed himself for not coming to his rescue earlier. He should have come by earlier, or at least wait outside the door of the study instead of wandering around. After all, those pieces of information could trigger Maddox's memories.

He had no idea how

Young Master Yardley was

doing now.

"Young Master Yardley, are you okay?" Sam approached him and asked with concern.

Maddox did not say anything. He sat up and leaned against the back of his chair, closing his eyes ti redly.

He did not speak, and Sam did not make a sound either. Instead, he stood quietly by the side and waited.

After a while, Maddox opened his eyes again; they were much clearer than before. The pain between his brows faded a little.

It was not that he had a serious illness. He would look like a normal person just as long as he did not try to recall his memory.

However, as long as he did, his head would start to throb, as if a former affliction had relapsed.

Sam observed him from the side for a long time. He then turned around and quietly poured a glass of warm water for Young Master Yardley.

Maddox's complexion looked much better after drinking the glass of water. He slightly moved his pale lips and said, "If Young Madam asks, don't tell her that you came by to hand me this."

Sam nodded. "Naturally. Don't worry about it, Young Master Yardley."

"Did Young Madam notice anything just now? She gave me a look when she went out, but I didn't say

anything."

Maddox recalled Minerva's behavior

a moment ago in addition to how she behaved while they were at the Yardley Mansion. He helplessly twitched his lips and smiled bitterly. "We can't hide everything from her. If she says she doesn't know, then it's just her well-intentions."

When Sam heard this, he roughly understood what Maddox was trying to say. He remained silent.

"That's all for today. Thank you for coming over. You can head back."

Sam was pleasantly surprised when he heard Maddox's words.

He did not expect that Young Master Yardley did not have any queries about the contents of the document's. Part of him wanted to leave, but when he saw Maddox's current state, he suddenly could not bear to leave.

"Young Master Yardley, I'm free anyway. Why don't I stay and take care of you?"

When Maddox heard this, he looked up with a hint of coldness in his eyes. He said, "How are you going to take care of me? Share this headache?"

Maddox was right. There wasn't much Sam could do to help him. He should just leave.