Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1198

What?

Was she mistaken?

Olivia looked at the man who was drinking alone at the bar counter. He had a tall and thin figure, wearing only a grey shirt. His rolled-up sleeves revealed his slender arms. The lights on the bar counter shined on his fair skin.

The man was chugging as if he wanted to achieve a certain purpose through alcohol. But unfortunately, his gaze showed that he was still rather sober.

At first, Olivia just felt that he looked familiar, but it was indeed that person after sizing him. When he asked her to write the story on his behalf, she did not have a good impression of him!

Because he had pulled off a small chunk of hair that she valued the most!!!

Although he was quite generous after, it didn't mean that Olivia forgot about it!

Because that part of her hair became bald! Fortunately, she didn't have to go out every day. Otherwise, she would really fight him to death!

At that thought, Olivia shook her head, withdrew her gaze, and continued sipping the drink in hand, but her mind had already come up with different plots and twists.

There were only two reasons men got drunk.

He was either heartbroken.

Or, he lost money for gambling.

Looking at his eyes, his whole body emanated a gloomy aura, and the atmosphere was particularly tense. But there was no hostility in his eyes, so it probably wasn't the latter.

Since it wasn't about money, then it must be about his love affair.

He deserved it! Olivia complained in her heart and couldn't help lifting the corner of her lips.

For Olivia, although she knew him, they had only crossed paths. They were not even nodding acquaintances, let alone friends. So even if she knew who it was, she did not intend to go over and greet him. She just wanted to finish her drink and go back with Tiana.

But gradually, Olivia felt bored. The singer on the stage continued to sing, and she didn't know where Tiana was. After thinking for a while with her hand holding her head, Olivia suddenly got up and walked towards Sam with the glass of drink in her hand.

Sam had a high alcohol tolerance.

Typically, he felt that it was a good thing. After all, he had gone drinking with Vera several times, and he could remain rather sober after that. Then he would send her home.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt that it was horrible to be excellent at drinking. He thought that if he was bad at drinking, he could use alcohol to numb his feelings.

Although he knew that it was wrong to do so, he hadn't slept for a long time. What he should be doing was to drive home, take a hot shower, sleep for a good eight hours, get over his jetlag, and face work and life positively.

However... he felt stuffy in his chest. He had to do something to vent out those emotions.

Suddenly, a person sat down by his side. Sam could tell that it was a girl because she was petite and had a faint fragrance.

Strangely, although the scent was faint, it instantly replaced the smell of alcohol in front of him.

So Sam cast a glance at the person next to him.

Olivia sat beside him and looked at him with a pair of big eyes. When their eyes met, she even blinked.

Then Sam saw her smiling, saying, "What a coincidence."

Coincidence?

Sam recognized her at a glance because the woman in front of him could be said to have left him a deep impression. To write those pasts for Young Master Yardley, he urged her and even went to her house to monitor her writing.

And that woman had actually dared to sleep in front of the computer...

But Olivia wasn't upset. She pulled the chair closer and leaned her whole body on the bar table relaxedly, "Forget it. I won't argue with a man with a broken heart. But seeing that we've worked together before, I can give you a chance to pour your heart out to me; I'll begrudgingly be your loyal

listener."

Tiana hadn't come back yet anyway, and she had nothing to do. Besides, as an author, she also wanted to collect materials. What if Sam's story was very dramatic, very bizarre? Who was to say that it wouldn't be popular after she wrote it into a novel?

Then she could count the money and sleep in the pile of cash every day.

Sam cast a sideways glance and saw a cunning smile on Olivia's face.

He didn't know what to say.

She really behaved like a boy.

He shifted his gaze away and finally spoke, "No need."

He was finally willing to talk? Olivia found a breakthrough point and immediately began to talk actively.

"By the way, you're suffering from heartbreak, aren't you? It hasn't been long since we last met. You don't seem like you have a girlfriend. Why are you suddenly heartbroken? Have you fallen in love with the female lead from the story you told me to write?"

When Sam heard that, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

In love with Young Madam? How was that possible? Unless he didn't want to live.

Looking at his twitching mouth, Olivia knew that she had guessed wrongly, but it was not important. She held her chin with one hand and said, "If it's not the female lead, then it's her best friend, isn't it?"

Sam was speechless.

Was that woman a charlatan? He couldn't believe that she guessed it right.