Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 94

In this world, there were some things that did not have a rewind button once initiated.

It did not matter whether it was the Larsons who had provoked them first or if it was her own overestimation of herself that led her to retaliate, for it was already too late

for her to back out.

Her only worry now was her foster parents.

Failing to understand Veronica‘s thoughts, Matthew only figured from his own point of view that Veronica‘s only use for the Larsons now was as a bone marrow donor for Randy.

“I won‘t let you die.“.

The words came out of the man‘s mouth after a long period of silence.

Hearing his words, she was dazed for a short while before smiling. “You really treat Grandma well.”

What a filial grandson he was, she thought. Just because she knew how to humor and keep Old Mrs. Kings company, he would ensure that she would stay alive.

Even though Old Mrs. Kings was already at a ripe age, it would still be a long time before she could celebrate her centennial birthday, but she could still accomplish a lot during this period.

Both of them continued to remain inside the tent.

Although they were in an area with slight shelter from the wind, the billowing wind could still be clearly heard as it slammed into the tent mercilessly, making it shake since they were on the mountain top.

Since there was nothing to act as a distraction to pass the time, Veronica felt extremely bored as she kept tossing and turning. However, she just could not fall asleep

The space inside the tent was not gigantic, so Matthew could detect her every movement.

“Can‘t sleep?”

The man‘s genule yet hoarse voice emerged from the dark.

“Yup.”

Veronica had really struggled to fall asleep..

Ever since from eight o‘clock to ten o‘clock and ten o‘clock to twelve o‘clock, she had spent every agonizing second of it tossing and turning around.

“Did you also head to sleep at around four or five in the morning?”

as both of them were having trouble sleeping, Matthew

distance in this cramped

was especially so when they shared the same sleeping bag because her hair would sometimes smack his face while emanating

Then, I would wake up at seven or eight.” Recounting the previous situation, she then made a simple deduction, “Maybe it was because I used to deliver goods all day long

herself had no idea why she was not having

rest while facing the sky before turning to her side to sleep. However, her habit of pressing her legs against something made her curl her legs and it

that moment, the corners of her mouth twitched before she immediately

reti

really going to be driven

two people to sleep in this

some rest. I‘m going outside

the zipper open before he

in the tent to relax her muscles, which made her feel

and turning, she was still not drowsy,

lentin defiar.

the windy weather outside was

be around

Matthew on top of a

was a little girl during summer, my mom would fan me as I counted the stars. At that time, the stars were really bright and beautiful. It

as she spoke. “Hey, Matthew, did you ever climb trees when you were

“No.”

a cigarette in his mouth, the man shook

would‘ve missed out on a

as she smiled, Veronica subconsciously tapped on his shoulders. “Did you know? I used to climb trees, catch fishes and lobsters, and even stole my neighbor‘s watermelon once. In the end, Mom gave me a good beating when she found out. We even had to pay our neighbor a considerable sum of money,

nothing better to do, she shared with Matthew all the interesting things about her childhood. He had quietly listened while enjoying her stories since he could feel her happy

flown past at lightning speed until she finally grew tired and dozed off on

merely allowed her to lean in his embrace as he

heart fluttered when the cold wind blew on her

his fingers, the man raised his head to look at the stars. The numerous stars paired with the big, bright moon made for a quiet

his legs slightly, he had only wanted for her to be

touch it, he discovered that

disgusted by this, but even though Matthew slightly frowned and had a solemn face,

her, he

the interior of the tent was small, Veronica behaved like an octopus that tightly latched onto him and wouldn‘t relax her grip throughout the entire

through a torture session as he endured

until morning.

next day, Veronica woke up after a sound

she opened her eyes, he was already nowhere to be seen inside