Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

"I decided to change my style all of a sudden," Monica said.

She didn't even dare to look Zaydon in the eyes as she was still feeling guilty.

Zaydon looked at her for a long tas if he had found nothing. He smiled and said, "My friend just cback from abroad. He heard that I had a younger sister who is very good-looking, so he wants to see you." Hearing this, Monica rejected him without thinking.

"I won't see him." After that, she realized that she had refused too quickly, so she explained. "Zaydon, I didn't mean that, it's just that I don't have ttoday, so..." Zaydon stood silently looking at her. Monica suddenly felt the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Although Zaydon was full of smiles, very approachable, and looked very easy to get along with all the time. However, Monica knew that he was actually the complete opposite.

In fact, that was merely his facade. In reality, he was very tactful, he just never showed that side of him to outsiders.

Like this very moment, when he looked indifferent, with no signs of anger, but Monica knew for a fact that her brother was angry.

Zaydon was angry...

She recalled seeing Zaydon explode with anger once. Thinking of an angry Zaydon, she couldn't help but shudder even though she was his younger sister.

Then she smiled, stepped forward and said, "Does your friend look good? If he looks good, then... I'll go with you." Her submissiveness made Zaydon take a second look at her. A few seconds later, a smile returned to his face. "Of course he's good-looking. Would I have told you if he wasn't?" Monica smiled and agreed. At the stime, she also let out a sigh of relief.

"Go, change into sbeautiful clothes. I'll take you out." Monica bit her lower lip, reluctant to do as her brother told, but nodded in the end.

Whatever, it was just a meeting. Even if he was Zaydon's friend, she could still ignore him after seeing him. Besides, even if she couldn't chase after Maddox that day, she still had the following day to do so. Zaydon couldn't watch her every day, could he? After making up her mind, Monica returned to her room and changed into the clothes she normally wore. Zaydon's gaze becdeeper when he saw his sister's usual bright appearance. If only his sister could be like this all the time, then he wouldn't have to do so. There was a trace of sympathy in Zaydon's heart, but it was finally replaced by his reasoning. Zaydon smiled and said, "Let's go, Monica." Monica's heart was filled with apprehension as she followed Zaydon into the car.

The car stopped in front of a cafe. When Monica got out of the car, she looked at her surroundings and calmed down.

"What's wrong?" Zaydon asked her.

Monica shook her head frantically. "Nothing." After that, Zaydon led Monica into the cafe. After he informed one of the waiters, they were led to the second floor.

Monica asked in confusion as they walked up the stairs, "Zaydon, why not the first floor?" "The second floor has a wider view and it's quiet," Zaydon said. Monica nodded without any suspicion and followed him forward.

At this hour, there was barely anyone in the cafe. As soon as they reached the second floor, they saw a handsman sitting by the window.

He wore a casual grey shirt, black trousers, and a down jacket, held a cup of coffee in his hands, and looked energetic.

This was Monica's first impression.

"Zaydon, is he your friend?" She asked.

"Yes." Zaydon nodded.

However, Monica began to grow suspicious deep down. Shouldn't her brother's friends be businessmen or so? His dress-up didn't seem like one. Perhaps...

Monica's footsteps cto a halt.

Zaydon sensed it and turned around to look at her coldly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

His gaze made Monica a little scared. She wanted to retreat, but she couldn't help but ask, "Zaydon, what kind of friend is he?" "A schoolmate," Zaydon said lightly. Schoolmate? Monica looked at the man again. If he was just Zaydon's schoolmate, then... it would make sense for him to dress like this.

However, Monica still felt strange about it.

When they got close, the man stood up and greeted them.

"Zaydon." Monica finally relaxed when she heard this.

Since he dared to call Zaydon's nso boldly and naturally, he must really be her brother's collegemate. Zaydon stepped forward, and the man hugged him and patted his back with his fist. "I haven't seen you for many years." "Yeah, I thought we wouldn't have the chance to meet again after college." The two chatted for a while before the handsman's gaze fell on Monica. "You must be Monica, the sister Zaydon often mentioned?" The man's gaze was straightforward and broad, and his smile was jovial. He looked like he had a sunny personality.

She didn't know if it was because of his infectious smile, but her first impression of him was quite good. She nodded stolidly.

The handsman reached his hand out to her and said, "Hello, I'm Martin Taylor."

"While The pair of hands were warm and clean. Monica blanked out for a while before grabbing it "Xm Monica." She said with a trembling voice. After greeting, the two of them sat down face to face. While Monica was looking at the menu, Zaydon and Martin looked at each other.

They already had an agreement before the meeting.

This meeting was, in fact, a little deceiving.

But, Martin was indeed a psychologist. He also just happened to be Zaydon's collegemate.

After graduating from college, he began to work in this field, and he becan excellent psychologist. He got in touch with Zaydon when he returned this time.

After hearing Zaydon explain his sister's condition, the two discussed how to correct the patient slowly.

After all, spatients with mental disorders would resist going to a psychologist when they were asked to do So.

They didn't know what kind of reactions Monica would have, so they could only meet like this and guide her in slowly.

After sitting for a while, more people started to crowd the second floor of the cafe. A boy, who saw Martin a distance, cover to him excitedly. However, Martin's focus was on Zaydon and Monica and did A boy, from not notice the person approaching.

It was only until the boy walked up to him.

"Doctor Taylor, I didn't expect to see you here. What a coincidence!" The boy said.

Monica was stirring her coffee when she heard the word "Doctor Taylor". She suddenly raised her head and n stared straight at Martin. "You are a doctor? What kind of doctor?" She asked.