Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 84

“Well, that‘s what happens when you drink too much. You don‘t have a good alcohol tolerance, so don‘t drink so much in the future, okay?”

Since Veronica was staying at Matthew‘s place, she was somewhat nicer to him now.

Inclining his head, he answered, “Okay.” After going to sit down behind the desk, he asked, “Did I do anything after I got drunk?”

“Do anything?” she echoed. Recalling the kiss he had forced upon her the moment she entered the door, she said, “Don‘t tell me you forgot who helped you to your room.”

In response, he lifted a hand to rub his nose while thinking about it in apparent seriousness. “Vaguely… I remember it was… Tiffany.”

“Oh” Veronica drawled before nodding. “That‘s fine, then.”

From the look of things, Matthew had mistaken her for Tiffany.

If that was the case, he was still someone she could rely on.

For as long as Veronica could rely on him, she would, since she would be able to save up her money while guaranteeing that she slept safely every night. After all, in the coming days, the Larsons would no doubt try their best to get rid of her.

As long as she was alive, her foster parents would be just fine.

Veronica was certain that, now that she was Elizabeth‘s god–granddaughter, the Larsons would not dare to lay a hand on her foster parents.

Of course, if she died, she would not be able to guarantee her foster parents‘ safety.

That was why she fully intended to stay alive–just to spite the Larsons!

Back in the present, after closing the door of the study after her, Veronica retreated to her bedroom and played with her phone for a while before finally falling asleep at 4 AM

The next day at 7 AM, Veronica woke up.

As she left the bedroom after washing up, she smelled something delicious in the air.

It was the aroma of tasty food.

stomach betrayed

she could see Matthew in the dining room, she stretched and walked over to him. “What tasty food are you eating and why didn‘t you invite me to have it

you?”

was only a glass of milk

at

dare he make food only

up the

kitchen, whereupon she saw two hard–boiled eggs and

asked, “Where did you get the food

mom–and–pop restaurants would open so early in the morning, but the oatmeal she was eating didn‘t seem to be from such a

Matthew would stoop to buying such cheap

a sharp, unhappy glare, he said, “If

she understood his meaning, Keep your mouth shut

couldn‘t help sighing, “Ah–it‘s fantastic. It‘s so delicious. Would you like to try some?” She scooped up a spoonful

only had to

moment, Matthew paused in the middle of chewing his sandwich to look at her with a complicated gaze. As their eyes met, each could see that the other had something

she came to her senses, “Oh–you‘re fastidious about cleanliness. You definitely won‘t use a spoon

preparing to

of Veronica‘s

his chewing motions were enviably elegant

let go of her

“Aren‘t… Aren‘t you a clean freak? Did you really put something with my saliva on it

was so surprised that her jaw

simply getting used to the idea,” Matthew answered

she repeated, “Getting used to… the

the Kings Residence. When that happens, we‘ll have to share a dinner table every day. Don‘t you think I‘ll need to

said after

Matthew would

his explanation seemed

head at him and

the oatmeal, he answered calmly, “It‘s

really have too much good food. I can‘t believe you‘d call