Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 65

Without asking anything, Matthew simply picked up his glass of wine and downed it. However, before he could even put down his glass, Veronica had already poured herself a second glass and was tilting her head back to gulp it down.

Dark red liquid overflowed from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin to her exquisite collarbone, making her look even more sensual and sultry. As she slammed down her glass, she lifted the bottle once more to pour herself yet another glass.

Her eyes bloodshot, she looked up at Matthew with a wry grin. With a wine bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, she announced, “Another toast to you! Congratulations on... Uh...” Halfway through, Veronica paused, seemingly losing her train of thought. And then, grunted and continued, “Congratulations on your engagement to Tiffany Larson. May you have many years of happiness and as many children as you want.”

The b*stard of a man, marrying the b*stard of a woman. A perfect match indeed!

Aware that she was insulting him, Matthew lifted an eyebrow but merely offered her a polite smile without saying anything. Nevertheless, as she lifted the glass to continue drinking, he reached out and snatched it away. “A 20–year–old wine collection, wasted on you just like that.”

Slam!

The moment he took the glass away, Veronica slapped the table in a rage and glowered at him. “What are you, a miser?” she shouted. “I‘m only drinking two bottles! Are you so poor that you would miss them? Hmph!”

If he wouldn‘t let her drink, she would finish up all of his wine. And so, after yelling at him, she grabbed the bottle and began to drink directly from it.

This time, Matthew didn‘t stop her. In exasperation, he watched her polish off half of the bottle, pop another, thereafter getting ready to down it in one gulp once again.

“You

word ‘miscarriage‘ made her manically smiling face stiffen, and she glared at him. “And? What are you trying to say? What‘s the point in acting so pretentious? Weren‘t

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of us don‘t matter, isn‘t that just in

her true identity did Matthew understand why she had used so much medication in the hopes of miscarrying her child. Thus, when faced with her reprimand, he had no way

out to snatch the wine bottle back.

could even graze the bottle, he leaned back and dodged

but he loosened his grip, allowing it to hit the ground and smash into a million pieces with a crash. Dark red liquid spread in all directions,

clenched her right fist, feeling so angry that she moved to shove him, wanting to know why he would treat her that way. Yet, Matthew caught hold

the momentum brought her staggering forward, he lifted her right arm over her

you!” Veronica was on the verge of breaking down from her long–suppressed emotions, and with a heavy slam of her elbow,

stood up and was lifting a foot to kick him. “Would any of

quickly, he would not be caught unprepared a second time. Dodging her leg, Matthew grabbed the armrest of the couch

kick at his face. He ducked slightly, evading her moves once again before wrapping an arm around her ankle and pulling her forward. This time, she leaned into the momentum and did a perfect 180 degree spin

eyes flashed with surprise and he

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in favor of aiming a left hook at him. Once again, he caught her fist with his bare hand and yanked her forward so that she fell into his arms. Following the motion, she wrapped her free leg around him and kicked the back

the ground, with her on top of him. However, before she could react, he flipped them over and pinned her underneath him. From above, he looked down at her lying on the floorboards and hooked a finger underneath her chin. “You‘re skilled,