Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 125

In a moment of desperation, Veronica put out her right hand to shove Matthew away, only to gasp in pain as she shoved him too hard. “Hiss... Ouch…”

Sensing that something was wrong, Matthew let go of her and switched on the movie room‘s lights right away. Only then did he notice that Veronica‘s sleeve had been stained with blood. In an instant, his face darkened with a frown, and he looked at her with a complicated look in his eyes. “Sorry.”

Veronica was somewhat startled by Matthew‘s unsolicited apology. She never expected that the man who considered himself superior to everyone else would take the initiative to apologize to her one day. However, before she could come to her senses, the man had turned off the screen mirroring on his cell phone, turning off the video that was inappropriate for kids. Then, he took her hand, saying, “Come on. Let me bandage your wound.”

Peeved, Veronica shook off his hand right away. “I‘ll treat my wound myself.“. Storming barefoot out of the movie room in a huff, she found the first–aid kit in the living room and began to treat her lacerated wound.

Walking out of the movie room, Matthew felt guilty when he saw Veronica sitting on the sofa and clumsily untying the bandage around her right arm with her left hand. Coming to her side, he sat down, held her right arm, and helped her untie the bandage around it.

Veronica struggled. “I‘ll do it myself. Just let go,”

However, Matthew chided softly, “Don‘t move!”

Immediately, Veronica fell silent, letting the man wipe the blood off her wound before he applied medicine to the wound and bandaged the wound deftly at one go. During the entire process, she silently watched the man, who was completely absorbed in what he was doing. It wasn‘t until he finished bandaging her wound that she said, “It‘s getting late. I‘m going to sleep.” With that, she stood up, returned to her room angrily, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang,

Sitting on the sofa, Matthew clutched the bandage in his hand while gazing at the tightly closed door, his feelings incredibly mixed.

Instead of coming out to watch TV as before, Veronica lay in the bedroom the whole time tonight.

Mauhew got out of bed and made porridge for Veronica as usual, but he didn‘t see her coming out even at 7:00AM.

only to be surprised to find that the bedroom

She didn‘t answer the phone when he called her the first time; it wasn‘t until he called her the second time

“Where are you?”

first, she had thought that Matthew would restrain himself after Elizabeth had acknowledged her as her god–granddaughter. However, it turned out

a small one–bedroom apartment online with a monthly rent of 2,000. She spent the morning renting the apartment for a year and buying daily supplies, using up most of the

Exhausted, she lay down on the living room sofa wearily without moving for a

Just then, her cell phone rang on the table. She darted a look at the phone‘s screen, which showed an incoming call from an unfamiliar phone number. She picked up the phone and answered the call,

woman‘s voice that sounded somewhat familiar spoke on the other end of the

“Yes, it‘s me.”

you at last. Veronica, it‘s me, Yvonne. Where are you? I‘m

Veronica had never gotten in touch with Yvonne again since they parted ways last time. She got to know Yvonne by accident after hiding in the latter‘s car and getting kidnapped

friends with Yvonne, whose identity and background she found 100 mysterious and unfathomable. Giving Yvonne a nearby address, she said, “I‘m at Jazz Crumbs Cafe on Pines

be there right away,” Yvonne said before hanging

and spruced herself up. After leaving the neighborhood through the back entrance, she arrived at Jazz Crumbs Cafe on Pines Street. Then, she ordered a

with a belt, a pair of black pants, and high heels. Her long hair hung

with a puzzled look in her eyes, she asked, “What makes you think of

I just returned from overseas, didn‘t I? Just give me a minute while I order a cup of coffee first. I‘m

the necklace Yvonne had previously exchanged for hers before placing it on the table. “This is yours,” she