Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 92

“Matthew, wasn’t it your man who carried my luggage? Where is it?” Veronica furrowed her brows and questioned Matthew.

The man closed his umbrella and carefully buckled its belt before coldly glancing al her as he opened his thin lips. “I’m not related to you at all, so why should I help you carry your luggage?”

This guy is so petty. Her expression darkened as she rolled her eyes at him. He must have gotten angry when I introduced him to Quincy, but I didn’t expect him to be so petty.

“Fine, our friendship is now over.” She grunted coldly and said to Quincy, “Please wait here for me. I need to take my luggage and will be back shortly.”

After that, she turned around to retrieve her luggage. While walking past Matthew, she fiercely nudged his arm before dashing off.

As the road down the mountain was muddy, it was still too slippery and caused her to be extremely slow.

It was originally a ten-minute journey, but Veronica took more than twenty minutes to arrive there. When she had spent another twenty minutes to return, Matthew was the only one left as the others were gone.

She angrily placed her luggage on the ground before glaring at him to ask, “Where’s Quincy?”

“He said that you are too slow, so he left first,” he uttered coldly as he held his umbrella with one hand and rested the other hand in his pocket.

“Can’t you be nice to me?!” An exasperated Veronica rolled her eyes at him. This b*stard! Because of a few words that I said earlier, he left my luggage a few miles away and made me walk for almost an hour for nothing.

“I’m not related to you at all, so why should I be nice to you?” Matthew took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up before silently smoking it.

After that, Veronica walked past him to move forward while carrying her luggage.

The road up the mountain was just as treacherous and their journey along the muddy road was made even more difficult by the earlier rainstorm.

Therefore, it was extremely exhausting for her to carry the luggage up the mountain.

After climbing up the mountain and standing at the peak, she lifted her head and realized that Quincy and the other two men were already on top of another mountain in front of her and Matthew.

She could faintly see their figures.

Veronica was bearing a grudge against Matthew, she angrily walked in front of

following closely behind her, saw that she looked a bit tired and asked,

you, so I don’t want your

saying anything else. Then, he continued to silently follow her

shoes, the footwear couldn’t withstand the steep and slippery mountain road, so she was close to falling a few times. In the end, she was able to prop her luggage on the ground to prevent such

time she was about to fall, Matthew would reach out and try to support

and looked at the steep road down the mountain as she was afraid of slipping later on. She was standing on a rock with arms akimbo while glaring

moment, their eyes

and relaxed while the other was

exhausted because the luggage had been too heavy. It was already a miracle that

though she was raging, she decided to ‘surrender’ in the

after their interests at all

way here? Do you really

to me? Serves you right for being single even when you are almost 30. I hope that you‘ll be lonely for the rest of his life!

is that so? Who was the one who told me earlier tha! I’m not related to her at

it so seriously. Are you really that

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“You…”

took a deep breath and closed her eyes to slowly calm herself down.

I hereby apologize for what I said just

of him and gave him

Matthew grabbed hold of her chin and probed, “Do you really think I

three times to the dead. This woman is explicitly and implicitly praying

bowing three times to you to show

Veronica revealed a flattering smile, but it wasn’t sincere. That‘s right. I‘m bowing three times to show my sincerity to God so that a vile, nasty and shameless scumbag like him can have an early death. It‘ll be better for the people in

do we have?”

rolled her eyes at him and answered, “I’m sorry, bro. It’s my fault, alright? You’re my real