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!”

felt his gaze darken and he narrowed his eyes at her, emanating anger seemingly even from his

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

a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink!

of her body, she hugged the

waist, he tugged at the collar of

D*mn her!

miracle he could tolerate her yelling at him

moment when he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely by showing

he heard the

the bed and listened intently, only

Her sobs were soft.

her sobs carried power, he could feel the softest corner of his

feeling was utterly

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

asked, his

to rub

hold of him and crying all over his shirt. “The Larsons

Mom?

no longer tell who he was because of how drunk

“Don’t cry.

was

could see this scene, he would be so shocked that his jaw would definitely

who never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was now treating Veronica with the

am, I’ll be hurt. They’ll

embrace, Veronica cried like she was made

she finally began to fall asleep while still holding

quieted did Matthew let out a slow

sniveling all

a long time, he held

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

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

of this unintentional act, in which Matthew was stoking