Chapter 67

After failing several times to leave Veronica there, Matthew finally resigned himself to holding her up.

It wasn’t until she had vomited so much she could no longer throw up that he wiped her mouth and carried her back to bed.

Since he found it hard to extinguish his anger after depositing her on the bed, he finally landed a heavy slap on her backside.

The snap rang loudly around the room.

In her sleep, Veronica sucked in a pained breath but continued to doze without any other reaction.

The truth was, Matthew had restrained himself during the slap.

However, upon hearing her pained breath, he paused for a second before pulling up the hem of her dress.

It might not have mattered if he hadn’t looked but now, he was discovering that he had left a clear, five-fingered imprint upon her fair skin.

The marks made his heart sink and after staring at them for a few seconds, he couldn’t help lifting a hand and rubbing them gently.

Only after that did he cover her back up with the blankets and leave the bedroom.

In the living room, he picked up his cell phone and gave Thomas a call. “Go and look into Veronica Murphy at once. I want to know everything about her.”

“Understood, Young Master Matthew,” Thomas answered before asking, “What do I do with Miss Spencer?”

“Whatever you wish.”

Having no interest in anyone other than Veronica, Matthew simply said so before hanging up the phone.

After sleeping for a few hours, Veronica finally woke up in the afternoon and staggered out of bed with one hand clutched to her dizzy, aching head.

Upon opening the door of the bedroom and walking out, she found Matthew seated on the couch.

already cleaned up

the couch where he was leaning

couldn’t help asking, “Did I fall on my a*s after

eyes flashed and he nodded

so much.” She shuffled over to the couch opposite him and threw

black shirt with the collar slightly parted, exposing the muscles of his tanned chest. Even through the thin fabric, the definition of his pectorals could vaguely

was so well-proportioned that it was as if he had been carved with precision. He was God’s perfect specimen-utterly flawless and so handsome that it was

men were at their most handsome when they were hard

saying was proving to

studied him, she only felt pleased and

a stunning exterior hid such

b*stard of

looking?” Matthew suddenly asked teasingly, lifting his eyes

self-centered. Who’s looking at you? I’m only looking at the painting

Gurgle

she said that, her

Matthew closed his laptop and looked down at her clutching

but this caused the room to

want

“Yes.”

You never know; I might consider making you something

“You,”

her stomach grumbled once again before she

to her body, Veronica scowled before shooting him an obsequious grin.

too

voice almost caused Veronica

she would do anything for

other hand, Matthew was used to her stubborn temperament after having known her for so long, but had

eyebrows and smiled before inclining his

in a mess. I’d like some oatmeal. Later on, I’d like to visit your grandmother to thank her for sending you across the

Matthew showed up in time to rescue her during both the fire and the

Before he left, he didn’t forget to add, “You’re her god granddaughter. I only saved you because I wanted her to be happy. You don’t have to worry her now by thanking

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