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?”

both of them were having trouble sleeping, Matthew then struck up a

such a close distance in this cramped space, he could

sleeping bag because her hair would

to sleep at around twelve everyday. 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 and it was

had no idea why she was not having enough sleep

tried to rest while facing the sky before turning to her side to sleep. However, her habit of pressing her

mouth twitched before she immediately retracted her legs. “Haha… That was an

reti

be driven mad by

was uncomfortable for two people to sleep in this

get some rest. I‘m going outside

yanked the zipper open before

tent to relax her muscles, which made her feel

tossing and turning, she was still

lentin defiar.

bit cold, the

be around as the wind would blow them

Veronica saw Matthew on top of a stone with a lit cigarette in us

little girl during summer, my mom would fan me as I

as she spoke. “Hey, Matthew, did

“No.”

mouth, the man

missed out on a

and lobsters, and even stole my neighbor‘s watermelon once. In the end, Mom gave me a good beating when she found out.

the interesting things about her childhood. He

past at lightning speed until she finally grew tired and dozed off on her bent knees, whereupon she plopped on

merely allowed her to lean in his embrace as he hugged her while gently playing

the cold wind blew on her hair

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

only wanted for her to be a bit more comfortable, but

he reached out to touch it, he discovered that the woman was

by this, but even though Matthew slightly frowned and had a solemn face, he couldn‘t

carrying her, he entered the

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

that he had been through a torture session as he endured this

way until morning.

next day, Veronica woke

was already