Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 66

After she finished speaking, Veronica shot Matthew a sharp, cutting look.

Still seated on the couch, he frowned tightly and looked at her intently.

An… orgy?

He had no idea why she would say such a thing, but it was clear she had misunderstood him completely.

Sitting up, he scooched to the center of the couch and tapped the butt of his cigarette against the ashtray. No longer could he be bothered to stop her from drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

And so, Veronica carried a few bottles of wine over to the table and began drinking by herself.

Glass after glass she downed.

As she drank, she cursed him out. “You’re a son of a b*tch. How could I have fallen to this point if it wasn’t for you? I hate you.”

Polishing off the glass, she poured herself another. Pointing at Matthew, she hiccuped before threatening, “I’m going to drink all of your wine and I’m going to make you go broke. You’re a d*chebag, just like Tiffany. You’re shameless and despicable capitalists who will stop at nothing to achieve your goals. I hate you. I hate you…”

Even though she reeked of alcohol and had drunk so much that her entire face was red, Veronica still persisted.

With a thunderous expression, Matthew snubbed his cigarette butt out in the ashtray before standing up and taking her wine bottle away. “I’ll take you to rest.”

Even though she hadn’t told him what on earth had happened, he knew she wasn’t in a good mood.

That was why he allowed her to vent her anger.

However, it wasn’t good for her to be drinking so much so early in the morning.

“I... Hic! I don’t want to.”

Ignoring her protests, he picked her up into his arms and headed toward the bedroom.

Although Veronica was leaning against his chest, she struggled restlessly, kicking her feet and smacking him in the chest relentlessly with her hands. “Put me down, you b*stard! If you touch me again, I’ll… I’ll castrate you!”

Matthew felt his gaze darken and he narrowed his

the end, he still strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering to

As he deposited her on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink! A toast to you, Matthew Kings.” Closing her eyes, she mumbled, “Cheers to you being impotent for the rest of your life. Cheers

hand finally fell. With a flip of her body, she hugged the blanket to

next to the bed, Matthew was furious. With one hand on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt

D*mn her!

a miracle he could tolerate

he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely by showing her whether he

he heard the sound of

her trembling figure on the bed and

Her sobs were soft.

of his heart clenched, suffocating him and making

was utterly

he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat down opposite her, thereafter helping her wipe her

asked, his

rub her back with his other hand, comforting

began to sob even worse, grabbing hold of him and crying all over his shirt. “The Larsons

Mom?

she could no longer tell who he

patiently, “Don’t cry. There’s a

voice was unprecedentedly

Thomas could see this scene, he would be

his boss had always been a cold man who never treated any woman tenderly.

can’t be good. If I am, I’ll be hurt.

burrowed in his embrace, Veronica

to fall asleep while still holding

she finally quieted did Matthew let out a slow

he hadn’t complained about her sniveling all over him. Perhaps that wasn’t what he was

time, he held her

he held her, he played with her hair, running his slender fingers through her fine strands. As he

and he took in the sensation of the soft, tender petals that

this unintentional act, in which Matthew was