Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 101

It was pitch-dark. She was engulfed by endless dark clouds.

Depressing and suffocating, on the verge of death.

However, Maddox had resolved her symptoms effortlessly on that day.

"Well, I'm sorry..." Kimberly could only apologize in a small voice. "It seems that if it goes on like this, I'll cause trouble for you. Should I..."

Maddox cut her off, "Why? Do you want to give up? You're just here as a female companion today. In the future, you'll appear as Mrs. Yardley in a much more important occasion. By then, would you want to give up too?"

"What?" Kimberly uttered as she was shocked by the last part of his sentence.

What did he mean that she would appear as Mrs. Yardley in the future? Weren't they... going to get divorced in near future?

While Kimberly was dumbfounded, Maddox came to a realization of what he had just said. He frowned and glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

Sure enough, that woman was in a daze again.

Was she thinking about what he just said?

For some reason, Maddox felt a little annoyed. "Are you listening to what I've just told you?" he asked.

Upong hearing his question, Kimberly came to her senses and nodded, "I got it."

Her confused expression made her look more adorable, which was quite fitting with her grey-blue dress. She walked behind Maddox as she pushed his wheelchair, and her gentle aura was blended with the cold and powerful aura of Maddox.

No one stopped them as they were walking along. It was not for the reason that they didn't want to get close to Maddox. But, it was because Maddox was never easy to get close to.

It was not until the end of the dinner party that the host of the event, Mr. Zaborowski, came out to welcome him with a toast.

"It's my honor that Young Master Yardley is willing to attend," Mr. Zaborowski said.

Maddox looked into his eyes and replied calmly, "Last time, I didn't have the opportunity to treat you well when we were discussing the cooperation between our companies, Mr. Zaborowski. Today, my presence is my apology to you."

Apology? Why would the Second Young Master Yardley of the Yardley Corporation need to make an apology to the others?

No one believed what he said, but Maddox's flattery was enough to show his respect to Mr. Zaborowski.

Nevertheless, Mr. Zaborowski was calm. He raised his glass to Maddox and said, "Thank you very much."

After that, his gaze fell on Kimberly, who was standing behind Maddox.

Mr. Zaborowski eyed Kimberly from head to toes, making her feel nervous.

The man's gaze fixed on Kimberly's face for a moment before it was averted. Then, he looked at Maddox and prompted, "Young Master Yardley?"

Maddox understood what he was implying and gestured to Kimberly to lean over. He whispered to Kimberly,

"I'm going upstairs to discuss matters with Mr. Zaborowski."

Upon hearing this, Kimberly was short of breath. "Discuss matters? Shall I go with you?" she asked.

"It's okay, you just stay here," Maddox said.

Kimberly's face turned a little pale. "I, I'm staying here?" she stuttered.

"Wait for me for 15 minutes," Maddox asserted.

"Okay, okay," She had no ground to resist, so she could only nod.

Soon, Sam and Maddox left. Before leaving, Maddox reminded her not to wander around, so she obediently stayed at where she was to wait for his return.

Looking at Maddox's figure disappearing in front of her, Kimberly felt a little sad.

When she attended the previous banquet, she had accompanied him as his assistant. He had left her alone after they arrived at the venue.

This time, she attended the dinner party as his plus-one. And she was still abandoned behind.

As soon as Maddox left with Mr. Zaborowski, Kimberly was left alone. She stood there by herself. In fact, some people were curious about her identity. However, no one dared to ask because Maddox was present. But now, he was not there.

Finally, someone could not help but ask her questions.

"Young Master Yardley has always been attending banquets without a female companion. Why did he suddenly change his style today?" a man asked.

"I heard that Young Master Yardley just got married recently. Are you..." another man asked.

"No!" she interrupted him. Kimberly unconsciously clenched her fists and pretended to be calm while looking at the person. "Hello, everyone. I am Young Master Yardley's new assistant. My surname is Shell," she introduced herself.

"Your surname is Shell? I heard that the bride of Young Master Yardley is called Erica Shell..." the man added.

Kimberly's face paled slightly, and she said, "Really? It seems that I'm lucky enough to share the same surname as the Second Young Madam."

She did not forget what Maddox had told her.

She could not let the outsiders know that she was Maddox's wife because he felt that she would only embarrass him.

"Is that so? As far as I know, Young Master Yardley's newly married wife's surname is Shell, and your surname is Shell too. Are you two really not the same person?" the man questioned.

Kimberly tried to stay firm and remained smiling as she explained, "Thank you, but we are not the same person."

"Oh, then she's really just an assistant," the other man said.

"It's the first time I've seen Young Master Yardley's female assistant. It's a shame that I didn't get to see Young Master Yardley's wife," he added.

Kimberly began to feel nervous again, and her vision went black. She bit her lower lip, slowly turned away from the man's sight and went to hide in a corner.

After Kimberly found a quiet place to sit down, the crowd stopped scrutinizing her further. Kimberly sat for a long time until she gradually calmed down, her vision turned clear again.

When she saw that there was a glass of red wine on the table, she picked it as she wanted to drink it. But she suddenly remembered that she was pregnant, so she quickly put the red wine back.

As soon as she put down the glass, she heard a man's voice.

"Assistant Shell, may I have the honor to dance with you?" the man asked.

His sudden invitation startled Kimberly. She looked up at the man in shock. It was a neat-looking man in a suit and leather shoes, looking at her smiling.

Kimberly quickly shook her head to reject, "Thank you, but I don't know how to dance."

"It doesn't matter. I can teach you," the man insisted.

Kimberly lowered her gaze and said, "Sorry, I really don't know how to do it." The man seemed to be disappointed, but he still smiled and said, "Well, it's fine. It doesn't matter if you don't dance. Can I have a drink with you, Assistant Shell?"

"Have a drink?" Kimberly looked up at him again and saw that his smile was without any trace of malice. However, she was well aware of his intentions, so Kimberly thought for a while and refused him eventually.

"I can't drink," she uttered. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The man said, "... If that's the case, then I won't force you."

"Tsk tsk, tsk. How can an assistant be so arrogant? Frederick, why are you so timid?"

When the man, who was apparently Frederick Zais, was about to leave, a familiar face said with coldness and ridicule in his tone.

Hearing this voice, Kimberly widened her eyes uncontrollably and shot a glance at the person who just spoke.

It had been ages since the last time Kimberly met Chandler Lovis, who appeared in front of her now. He was followed by two or three men who seemed to be his subordinates. His walking posture was somewhat unnatural and weird. Compared with his high spirits when they first met, Chandler looked like a loser now.

Kimberly stood up immediately when she caught the sight of him.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid to see me?" Chandler looked at Kimberly with a sinister smile, but he was actually talking to Frederick, "Frederick, you are too timid as a man, aren't you? She's merely an assistant, how dare she embarrass you, Young Master Zais? You shouldn't let such a rude woman off the hook easily."

Upon hearing his vulgar words, a well-educated man like Frederick could not help frowning.

"President Lovis, what you suggested... is too much. I have never been hard on others. Even if she is just an assistant, respect goes both ways," Frederick contended.