Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 117

Chapter 117

However, Veronica wasn‘t a peaceful sleeper; she kept rolling on the bed as she slept, and she ended up squashing her injured arm.

“Ow… that hurts…” she mumbled, before rolling over again.

Matthew couldn‘t exactly stomach this anymore. Worried that she would roll onto her injured arm again, he got up and lay next to her, pulling her into his arms. He carefully took care of her to prevent her from hurting herself again.

The familiar smell put Veronica at ease as she lay in his arms, and she rubbed herself against his chest. Her injured arm wrapped itself around Matthew‘s waist, one of her legs coming to rest on his own legs as well. She fell asleep peacefully then.

Veronica‘s sleep might be peaceful now, but Matthew wasn‘t in a comfortable position. In order to prevent himself from pressing down on her injured arm, he kept his left arm behind himself as he lay motionlessly next to her. It wasn‘t until her fever broke at six in the wee hours of the morning that Matthew finally got up, his body already numb from being stuck in one position. He worked the stiffness out of his body so that he wouldn‘t feel as numb as before.

to

A few minutes later, Veronica woke up. “Why are you up so early?” She sat up weakly in bed, her eyes locked on Matthew as he paced the room, “Don‘t you need to sleep too?”

“Did I wake you?” Matthew‘s voice was soft. The harshness from yesterday was absent.

Veronica shook her head. “No. I pretty much wake up at half past six every day.”

“How do you feel now? Feeling any better?” Matthew walked over to her and pressed a hand to her forehead. His heart only slipped back down his throat when he realized that her fever had abated.

“I had a fever last night?”

“Just a low one.”

“Oh,” Veronica replied. She looked at him with a complicated gaze. “Matthew?”

typically frigid expression was like the arrival of spring, soft and warm after the

me because of Grandma, I

his concern was fake; he did save her, and he did take care of her. Veronica was thankful for that, and she naturally didn‘t dislike him as much as she did before. At the very least,

better if she hadn‘t said that, for her words sounded extremely harsh to Matthew. But in the

I want to go downstairs for a

already said that you have

some porridge. The one

“You‘re fond of porridge.”

got that right. Porridge is my favorite. I‘m not exactly fond of noodles, like in chicken noodle soup.” Veronica smiled, but she ended up looking frail due to the paleness of her face, like a wind would blow her over at any moment.

make some for you when we

and I love porridge. It‘s absolutely perfect,” Veronica murmured. Suddenly, she shook her head. “Never mind, the porridge you make is too expensive. It‘s like, three hundred for a serving. Just

breakfast from Matthew will run

well, I can consider waiving the

“Really?”

“Yes.”

in the future, you can make breakfast for me and I‘ll clean for you.

“All righi.”

month, she would save at least two thousand bucks. That would be 24,000 a year. Woohoo, a whopping 24,000. Leaving it in the bank will net me a couple hundred in

ward to buy her

last. She flew back to Bloomstead with Matthew. She stood outside of the airport after they had

a hand pressed to the back of her head.

seat and turned to glance at Matthew.

“The Kings Residence.”

only because he was cultivating a useful piece for his chessboard; he wanted to use her to improve his relationship with

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