Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 142

Not only did the trip back and forth waste Veronica‘s time, but she also ended up spending way more money than she should.

I swear to God, she silently complained, this is the worst day ever.

Upon reaching her destination, she angrily stomped into the club and headed to the elevator. Then, she swiped her special entry access card and was brought straight to the top floor of the condominium.

Her condominium unit was pitch black when she entered the space. Feeling irked, she couldn‘t be bothered to turn on the lights before taking off her shoe and familiarly coursing her way to her sofa to lie down.

However, the moment she laid her head against the throw pillow, she noticed how different the pillow under her head felt than it usually did.

Reaching out to adjust the pillow, Veronica felt an odd warmth which made her jump up at once. “Are you crazy, Matthew? Why didn‘t you turn on the lights if you were back? Are you trying to scare me to death?” she gasped..

As soon as she recalled how Matthew had treated her today, her anger immediately flared, and she abruptly stood up to walk away from him.

At that moment, all the lights in the unit were turned on.

Matthew turned to look at her only to catch the sight of her enraged face as she tramped into her room. His lips slightly quivered, but before he could even utter a word, Veronica slammed the door close with all her might.

Looking at how furious she was, Matthew‘s eyebrows furrowed as he started to worry if he had taken it too far earlier.

He then stood up and headed to the room Veronica had shut herself in. Before Veronica‘s bedroom, Matthew stood by the door and raised his hand to knock on it.

Knock, knock–Knock, knock, knock

His knuckles continued to rap on the door when he didn‘t get a response from her.

“Are you still mad?” he finally asked as he couldn‘t stand the silent treatment anymore.

Squeak! Suddenly, the door swung open and out came Veronica with a luggage bag by her side. She stood in front of him with a fierce glare as she snapped, “Please don‘t block the door. Screw off.”

darkened upon hearing her stern

that Matthew had an odd expression on his face, she backed off a little and huffed, “I said, go

stood at the same spot. “Where are you heading to?” he questioned her. =

Her face was

her with voiding the bill,

even know why she was fuming at the

is dangerous for a girl to be out this late,” he placated.

his action earlier was a mistake—perhaps if he did not do as such, she wouldn‘t have gotten so

has got nothing to do with you,” she spat as

she was about to do, he swiftly stepped to the left to block her from

pricey when it only costs 3 dollars, yet you generously spent hundreds of thousands like

pick fights without reason?

voice, only to come to a halt before finishing her sentence. She couldn‘t possibly tell him that she had acted that way because she thought that her relationship with Matthew had gotten better after they started living together. Instead, she let out a scoff and sneered,

enjoy treating the both of you differently. Is there a

then gave Matthew a hard shove and strode across

him, he reached out to grab her by the wrist and demanded coldly, “You really

him almost became unbearable––even his gaze

ground and puffed out her chest. “Yes,” she

gaze and was staring profusely at each other. One had a cold gaze that was tinged with disappointment

is the case, why did you make Melissa

enjoy the night view, but abruptly left him in the middle of it because she wasn‘t feeling comfortable. Melissa had appeared soon after, and she began to ask Matthew a series

make Melissa ask him those questions if Veronica fancied

asked, “What did

do you have any opinion about it?” Matthew asked in response to

if my opinion would change anything,” she jeered while shaking off the grip Matthew had on her hand. “Tiffany is already bearing your child, so asking me for my opinion about your marriage is just

aggressively poked her finger in his chest before continuing, “You refused to give me a discount at the bar. What relationship do you still think we have? We are strangers. We are nothing but mere passers–by

finally

a man who could give a woman the world if he saw value in her but would not hesitate to toss her aside when she was no longer of value