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.

and he tore the bottle from her hands. “You cannot drink when you had a miscarriage less

say? What‘s the point in acting so pretentious? Weren‘t you the

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us don‘t

much medication in the hopes of miscarrying her child. Thus, when faced with

fallen silent, Veronica reached out to snatch the

the bottle, he leaned back and dodged her

take the wine bottle back, but he loosened his grip, allowing it to hit the ground and smash into

moved to shove him, wanting to

to him. As the momentum brought her staggering forward, he lifted her right arm over her head and spun her around like they were

on the verge of breaking down from her long–suppressed emotions, and with a heavy slam of her elbow, she hit his

would use, Matthew inadvertently let go. In the next moment, she had stood up and was lifting a foot to kick him. “Would any of this have

her foot moved quickly, he would not be caught unprepared a second time. Dodging her leg, Matthew grabbed the armrest of the couch and leaped over the side, landing unharmed

kick at his face. He ducked slightly, evading her moves once again before wrapping an arm

eyes flashed with surprise and he gave

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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 of his as hard as she could so that he toppled backward to the

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, but you fight