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!”

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

the

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

of her body, she hugged the blanket to herself and

he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all the while glaring

D*mn her!

tolerate her

all, there had been a moment when he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely by showing her whether he was truly impotent or

he heard

at her trembling figure on the bed and listened intently, only to discover that she

Her sobs were soft.

softest corner of his heart

feeling was utterly

with her eyes shut. Thus, he pulled out a

matter?” he asked,

so, he reached out to rub her back with his other hand, comforting

Veronica began to sob even worse, grabbing hold of him and crying all over his shirt. “The Larsons are such bullies, Mom! The b*stard Matthew is such

Mom?

knew she could no longer tell who he was because

patiently, “Don’t cry.

was unprecedentedly

would be so shocked that his jaw would

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

good. If I am, I’ll be

embrace, Veronica cried like

she finally began to fall

after she finally quieted did Matthew let out a slow

sniveling all over him.

time, he held her as

fine strands. As he studied her devastatingly beautiful face, he couldn’t help lifting a hand and tracing her cheek with

on her mouth, and he took in

completely unaware of this unintentional act, in which Matthew