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,

still strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering to argue

of a b*tch! You’re all sons of b*tches… You’re no different from the Larson Family. I hate you all… I hate you…” 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 to

her raised hand finally fell. With a flip of her body, she hugged

hand on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all the while glaring at the woman sleeping in

D*mn her!

a miracle he could tolerate her yelling at him like

pounce on her and punish her

heard the sound

her trembling figure on the bed and listened intently, only

Her sobs were soft.

the softest corner of

was

Matthew rounded the bed, he discovered that Veronica was crying with her eyes shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat down opposite her, thereafter helping her wipe her

matter?” he asked,

rub her back with his other hand, comforting

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

Mom?

who he was because of how

so, he placated patiently, “Don’t cry. There’s

voice was

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

boss had always been a cold man who never treated any

good. If I am, I’ll

her head burrowed in his embrace, Veronica

finally began to fall asleep while still holding onto

quieted did Matthew let out

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

a long time, he held her

strands. As he studied her devastatingly

index finger landed on her mouth, and he took in the sensation of the soft, tender petals that were

which Matthew was stoking his own fire and causing his own body