Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

In the breakfast shop.

It seemed like Benedict often chere. As soon as they entered the shop, the boss herself went forward and greeted them warmly.

He said to her, "This breakfast shop is quite famous. They use a wide variety of fresh ingredients. This is the menu. What would you like to eat?" Benedict then took her to the spot where he usually sat and handed her the menu.

Kimberly didn't have the mood to eat breakfast, so she just glanced at the menu and ordered a bowl of mushroom soup.

Benedict noticed that she wasn't herself, but he did not say anything. After he handed the menu back to the waiter, he ordered a couple more dishes for Kimberly and then looked at her.

He asked, "What's wrong? You look so pale, and you don't seem to have any appetite. Do you needto bring you for a check-up at the hospital?" Hearing this, she cto her senses, and she stared right at Benedict who was sitting opposite of her.

He was wearing a pristine white shirt that was nicely ironed, not a single wrinkle could be seen. He was obviously very particular about his image.

His facial features were also very beautiful. Compared to Maddox's stern eyes and sharp facial features, his were much more gentle and soft. As the saying goes, manners maketh man.

Benedict projected this feeling towards Kimberly- he was a gentleman.

She wondered if he was truly the person from that night.

"No worries. I just didn't sleep well," Kimberly waved off his concern.

The worry in Benedict's eyes increased and he said, "Erica, do you hate me?" Kimberly was momentarily stunned and she asked dumbly, "Sorry?" "You are always distancing yourself from me." Benedict smiled and asked in a soft voice, "Why? Do I look scary?" Kimberly explained embarrassingly, "There's no such thing. You're just overthinking." He then said, "Then, don't distance yourself from me, okay?" Kimberly didn't know what to say.

She lowered her eyes, but her heart was fluttering.

How should she get the answer she wanted from him? After thinking for a long time, Kimberly raised her head again and asked softly, "Brother Yardley, are your suits... customized?" Although the question was a little random and sudden, Kimberly still wanted to know the answer. Benedict clearly didn't understand why she asked this question, but he entertained her anyway. He nodded slowly and replied, "Sometimes, I customize them, but if I'm in a rush, I buy them directly. What's wrong?" Hearing this, Kimberly's hands tightened a little under the table.

That meant that he did have customized suits.

Should she continue asking? If she asked another question, he might suspect something, provided that he was the man from that night! Kimberly tried to phrase her next question properly to not cause suspicion.

She pondered for a long while before she spoke again.

"No, I was just curious. I find sof your suits quite charming. Brother Yardley, did you use to..." Kimberly asked while looking up at him, and she met his charming eyes. She noticed that he was staring at her, his jade- like eyes scrutinizing her and a faint smile on his face, as if he was trying to read her mind.

Kimberly's breath suddenly hitched and she hesitated, the rest of her words stuck in her throat.

Benedict simply looked at her, his eyes deep and bottomless.

He then spoke, "You seem to have a lot of questions." He looked enigmatic, and Kimberly didn't dare to ask any more questions. At this time, the waiter brought her mushroom soup over. Kimberly took this opportunity to avoid Benedict's penetrating gaze and got up to take the bowl from the waiter.

But because she was nervous, she accidentally knocked the bowl of hot soup over, burning herself and her skin instantly turned red.

Seeing this, Benedict's smile vanished. He immediately stood up, rushed to her side and grabbed her hand while speaking to the waiter, "Please bringscold water." The waiter was stunned and he quickly rushed towards the kitchen.

When he cback with the cold water, he apologized hurriedly, "I'm really sorry, Miss. I didn't do it on purpose." "It's okay. It's not your fault," Kimberly said as she shook her head. It was her fault for being careless. Benedict soaked her hand into the cold water. Her skin was really fair, and now that her hand was scalded, the skin was burned into a shade of bright red. Benedict looked at her hand and frowned, saying, "It's in a bad condition. Keep your hand soaked for a while. I'll get you sointment from a nearby supermarket. Wait for me." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and ran out of the restaurant.

When Kimberly cback to her senses, she wanted to stop him but it was too late. She could only wait for him. She thought that it would take a long tfor Benedict to cback, but he soon showed up with the ointment in less than five minutes. He picked her hand out from the water and wiped her hands dry with a paper towel. He then applied the burn ointment on the wound.

The ointment produced an icy cold feeling as it was rubbed onto her skin.

As he was applying it, Kimberly heard his rapid breathing and looked up at him. She saw a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

This was...

Her heart skipped a beat for sreason. He had run so fast just to buy her the burn ointment.

"Why are you so good to me?" Kimberly blurted the question and immediately regretted it. Why did she ask such a question? Wouldn't this cause even more misunderstandings? At this thought, Kimberly quickly explained herself, "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. What I meant was... you don't have to be so good to me, Brother Yardley." After that, she immediately wanted to retract her hand from his touch. However, Benedict held her wrist tightly and she couldn't move it at all. She looked up, and his warm but firm eyes fell on her face.

Benedict said, "I haven't finished applying the ointment yet. Don't move." His voice was gentle, but there was an undeniable hint of urgency. He held her hand tightly and slowly applied the ointment on her.

For sreason, Kimberly felt everyone around them was looking at her weirdly. After enduring it for a long while, Benedict finally let go of her hand.

He said, "Alright, don't let the wound get wet for the tbeing. Fortunately, you're not right-handed. Why don't you take a day off today?" Kimberly pulled her hand back, but she could still feel Benedict's warmth lingering on her wrist.

"I am fine," she replied.

Benedict got up and took his coat, saying, "The burn ointment is only an emergency solution. I'll take your to the hospitab to deal with your wound." Kimberly wanted to reject his offer, but Benedict had already grasped her hand and pulled her towards the door. For the first time, Kimberly realized that Benedict also had a firm side.

"Kimberly, one can have many personalities when dealing with different people. He might look gentle most of the time, but he sometimes can be..." Sylvia's words rang in her ears again.

Could it be... that Benedict was really...

Kimberly got into the car, still deep in her thoughts. Benedict even helped her to fasten her seat belt as she was inther absent-minded state. He ext shouted her ntwice but she did not respond. Her mind was in a mess. If Benedict was truly that person, what would she do from now on? She was Maddox's wife after all, although she was just a fake one.

Until now, Kimberly still couldn't accept this fact.

When the car started, Kimberly o the car" suddenly said, "Stop the car." Sah th" (F)indNow.et website on Googl to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. Benedict stepped on the brake and asked, "What's wrong?" Without a word, she opened the car door, exited the vehicle and left.