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!”

his gaze darken and he narrowed his eyes at her, emanating anger

in the end, he still strode silently into the

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

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

one hand on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all

D*mn her!

tolerate her yelling at

there had been a moment when he wanted to pounce on her and punish

he heard

figure on the bed and listened intently, only to

Her sobs were soft.

power, he could feel the softest corner of his

was

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

he asked, his voice extremely

he reached out to rub her back with his

worse, grabbing hold of him and crying all over his

Mom?

knew she could no longer tell who he

“Don’t cry. There’s

voice was unprecedentedly

be so shocked that his

a cold man who never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was now treating

good. If I am,

his embrace, Veronica cried like she

she cried, she finally began to fall

did Matthew let out a

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

time, he held her as

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

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

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