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?”

trouble sleeping, Matthew then struck up a conversation with her

a close distance in this cramped space,

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

eight.” Recounting the previous situation, she then made a simple deduction, “Maybe it

herself had no idea why she was not having

her side to sleep. However, her habit of pressing her legs against something made her curl her

the corners of her mouth twitched before she immediately

reti

was really going to be driven mad

uncomfortable for two people to

and get some rest. I‘m going

stood up, Matthew yanked the zipper open

the tent to relax her

the tossing and turning, she was still not

lentin defiar.

was a bit cold, the windy weather

mosquitoes would not be around

of a stone with

him and looked at the stars above. “Whenever that was a power outage when I was a little girl during summer, my mom would fan me as I counted the stars. At

thought came to Veronica as she spoke. “Hey,

“No.”

a cigarette in his mouth, the man shook

you would‘ve missed out

and even stole my neighbor‘s watermelon once. In the

better to do, she shared with Matthew all the interesting things about her childhood.

she finally grew tired and dozed off on her bent knees, whereupon she

lean in his embrace as

wind blew on her hair and teased

look at the stars. The numerous stars paired with the big, bright moon made for a quiet and stunning scenery

only wanted for her to be a bit more comfortable, but he felt something damp on his

he discovered that the woman was

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

her, he entered the

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

been through a torture session as he endured this feeling

way until morning.

day, Veronica woke

she opened her eyes, he was already nowhere to be