Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 112

Veronica was stunned at the hug that came out of nowhere. She then began to wail as she pushed Mathew away. “Waa… Matthew, you motherless scum! Why are you doing this to me?! Don‘t you realize how miserable I‘ve been lately? What did I do in my past life to bump into you? If it weren‘t for you, I‘wouldn‘t have come across so much sh*t! Waaa… B*stard, you knew how much trouble I‘m in and you‘re still trying to scare me! I hate you! Waa…”

Ever since Veronica met Matthew, her peaceful life had slowly turned into chaos. Thinking about the bumpy roads and being at the brink of death, she could pass out from the pressure. She got even more terrified when she was being over–analytical toward Matthew‘s swiftly changing emotions. Thus, when the man suddenly embraced her, she thought he was only teasing her. As her frustrations imploded, she broke down like a lost child.

As her crying was too sudden, Matthew hastily peered at her and only went up to her after a while. He grasped her shoulder and caressed her cheek with his right hand, attempting to wipe the tears off her cheek with his thumb: “You look ugly when you cry.” She‘s so dumb, so dumb that it hurts...

Veronica gazed at Matthew with her soaked, reddened eyes. As she whimpered, Matthew had no idea how to comfort her. “Who are you calling ugly?!” She was exasperated.

“Okay, okay. I‘m the ugly one.” He brushed the tears off her cheek and pushed her into his arms with his right hand. His left palm caressed the back of her head as it fondled her hair. “Shh… Don‘t cry anymore.” This never–before–seen tenderness and indulgence he was displaying were seemingly etched into his very soul right now.

He was devastated by her sorrowfulness. Patting her back, he comforted, “I was simply going to look for some berries for you to eat.”

the warmth within. Feeling her sense of security recovering, she slowly shut

barely move with her high fever. After getting deserted by the masked man, she could only venture along the

fragile body, she could only

she was finally far away from it, she took a rest on the tree in the middle of the nighi, only to, as luck would have it, be approached by a pack of wolves. As she was desperate, what were three days felt like a century to her, and every second was a trial of survival. After getting immensely tormented, she almost lost herself. Therefore, all she wanted now was to lie in Matthew‘s arm, seizing

He softly uttered, “For as

instead of “brother,” she was touched by how his attitude toward

out of his arms and blinked her eyes to shake off the teardrops hanging on her lengthy lashes, assuring, “Don‘t worry. As long as I‘m alive, I‘ll give whatever I have to keep Grandma happy.” She then heaved a sigh before profoundly stating, “Grandma‘s lucky to have a grandson like

gloomy that mushrooms could grow on his face. The man‘s limited warmth was gradually ground

get me some berries. I‘m starving. Grandma‘s heart is gonna be

well as influence. Before she departed to Almeida County, she had heard news about this uncle of his returning to Bloomstead. And his existence would be the greatest obstacle to Matthew to inherit the Kings Family‘s properties. That was the reason why Matthew

determined how much of an opportunist Matthew was. To her, he would give anything to retain things or people that would benefit him. Sibling love? F*ck