Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Lying in bed, Skyler Robins looked up at the ceiling with a sense of despair. Christmas was approaching. Had Shirley Wilson already returned to her hometown to visit her parents?

Longing, once it took root, grew wildly and uncontrollably. He had suppressed his emotions for a long time, and now, unable to release them, he felt overwhelming anger.

Especially as the wedding date drew closer, his heart became more restless, driving him crazy to see Shirley Wilson.

He wanted to question that woman, why did she sleep with him in the first place and then abandon him after sweet words?

What did Wade Yoder have that he didn’t? Skyler Robins pondered and felt that in terms of looks, education, and background, he surpassed Wade Yoder by a mile. The only possibility could be…

Furrowing his brow, Skyler Robins involuntarily placed his hand on a certain spot. Could it be that he wasn’t as well-endowed as Wade Yoder? Or that he couldn’t perform as well?

“Young Master Skyler, are you having stomach pain?”

Seeing him frown and look uncomfortable, Qiao Yu, who was by his side, asked. Skyler Robins turned his head slightly and glanced at Qiao Yu. “When women look for partners, do they prefer someone well-endowed and skilled, or someone wealthy?”

Qiao Yu was taken aback for a moment, her face turning red as she looked at him, shyly stammering, “Why…why are you asking this?”

answer!” Skyler Robins questioned coldly. Under the intense gaze of Skyler Robins,

saying a word, just his gaze alone frightened her to the

for a while, she deliberately spoke

one do you like the most?” he

and solemn expression, she felt that he wasn’t joking. So she answered truthfully, “If there are no feelings involved, of course, we prefer money. But if there are feelings, I think…it’s important to be

Skyler Robins: “…”

Why did he ask?

he foolishly ask

the previous moment he was only angry because of Shirley Wilson’s abandonment, now

expanding and intensifying with

forth in the hospital room. Qiao Yu, sitting on the sofa, couldn’t help but mutter, “Young

“Shut up!”

“Are you even daring to be insolent

pouted in grievance, “The hospital room is so small, and