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.

her stomach betrayed her

to him. “What tasty food are you eating and why didn‘t you

you?”

only a glass of milk and sandwiches

at him. “Where‘s

food only

picking up the

Veronica headed into the kitchen, whereupon she saw two hard–boiled eggs and a serving of nutty banana

him and asked, “Where did you get the food from? I didn‘t know anyone

open so early in the morning, but the oatmeal she was eating didn‘t seem to be

someone like Matthew would stoop to buying

glare, he said, “If you don‘t

course, she understood his meaning, Keep your mouth shut

she couldn‘t help sighing, “Ah–it‘s fantastic. It‘s so delicious. Would you like to

penthouse wasn‘t particularly large, she only had to lean forward slightly to hold out the

a complicated gaze. As their eyes met,

senses, “Oh–you‘re fastidious about cleanliness.

the spoon, preparing to put the oatmeal into

Veronica‘s wrist and leaned forward to

actions were cultured and refined. Even his chewing motions were enviably elegant

then, he let go of her

Aren‘t you a clean freak? Did you really put something with

was so surprised that her jaw nearly

used to

“Getting

the outside world on her birthday, you‘ll be moving into the Kings Residence. When that

she said

a table meant there would undoubtedly come a point when they would be helping themselves from the same platter. Once that happened, Matthew would likely be eating the same food Veronica‘s cutlery touched, anyway, which would be no different

his

her head

oatmeal, he answered calmly,

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