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!”

the word ‘castrate’ hit his ears, Matthew felt his gaze darken and he narrowed his eyes at her, emanating anger seemingly even from his

strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering to argue with

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!

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

tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all

D*mn her!

could tolerate her yelling at him like

when he wanted to pounce on her and punish

he heard

Matthew glanced down at her trembling figure on the bed

Her sobs were soft.

corner of his heart clenched, suffocating him and

feeling was

shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat

he asked,

reached out to rub her back with

his shirt. “The Larsons are such bullies, Mom! The b*stard Matthew is such a bully as

Mom?

no longer tell who he was because of how drunk she

so, he placated patiently, “Don’t

voice was unprecedentedly

could see this scene, he would be so

always been a cold man who never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was

am, I’ll

her head burrowed in his embrace, Veronica cried

she finally began to fall

she finally quieted did Matthew let out a

to end, he hadn’t complained about her sniveling all over him. Perhaps that

time, he held her

hair, running his slender fingers through her fine strands. As he studied her devastatingly beautiful face, he couldn’t help lifting a hand and tracing her cheek

mouth, and he took in

Veronica was completely unaware of this unintentional act, in which Matthew was stoking his own