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?”

next to her bed. His typically frigid expression was like the arrival

because of Grandma,

as much as she did before. At the very

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

entire night, I want to go downstairs for a walk

doctors already said that you have

buy me some porridge. The one

“You‘re fond of porridge.”

smiled, but she ended up looking frail due to the paleness of her face, like a wind

you when

she shook her head. “Never mind, the porridge you make is too expensive. It‘s

net me only three hundred bucks. And a breakfast from Matthew will run me three hundred bucks. I sure as hell don‘t have the money for that!

behave well, I can consider waiving

“Really?”

“Yes.”

make breakfast for me

“All righi.”

at least two thousand bucks. That would be 24,000 a year. Woohoo, a whopping 24,000. Leaving it in the bank will net

Matthew left Veronica‘s ward to buy

later, Veronica was discharged from hospital at last. She flew back to Bloomstead with Matthew. She stood outside of the airport after they had arrived and slowly closed her eyes, breathing

her into the car with a hand pressed to the back of her

back in her seat and turned to glance at Matthew. “Where are we going?” she

“The Kings Residence.”

she didn‘t look all that overjoyed. Just as she thought, Matthew‘s niceness toward her was only because he was cultivating a useful piece for his chessboard; he wanted

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