Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 167

ilaving been thrown into a disadvantageous position, Veronica toppled to the ground Sull holding onto the bottle of wine, she planted her free hand onto the ground and used it to gain momentum to launch a kick at Crayson‘s arm.

Crayson leaned back just slightly. His hand reached out to grab Veronica‘s other leg. Then, as he pushed her forward, he launched a sweeping kick at her.

Having lost her balance, Veronica fell to the ground in a patch of grass.

*Useless! Not even half a year and all the skills I’ve taught you have been thrown to the wind?” Crayson rebuked with a grave face.

“Ouch, that hurts bad.” Veronica sat on the ground and regarded Crayson with a pitiful look. “I just wanted to keep that bottle of wine intact. I wouldn‘t have gone down so easily otherwise, okay?”

“You‘re still an idiot. Don‘t make any more excuses.”

“Geez.” Veronica sighed and scrambled up. She dusted off the grass burrs clinging to her and pouted. “Fine, I was sloppy in my lessons. I‘ll admit that.”

Prior to leaving Cabot Town, Veronica had thought herself stronger than others. She had never seriously studied while under Crayson. After meeting Matthew though, she finally realized that there were others greater than her. She couldn‘t even beat Matthew with her current skills; how could she even go up against Crayson?

Seeing that she was dejected, Crayson swiped the wine bottle from Veronica‘s hand. “Talk. Who‘s been bullying this student of mine? Tell me and I‘ll help you to beat them up to teach them a lesson,” he said as he uncorked it.

with you seriously, will I still be

“Of course.”

“Really?”

you‘re willing to be my retirement plan, this isn‘t a

shall look after you until you‘re finally in the

a few more bottles of this in the future

still remembers me, at least, Veronica thought

walked over to the riverbank and bent down to pick up his fish trap. Grinning, he mumbled to himself, “Wine and some nice fish. What a spread, hahaha…” Crayson headed straight to his home, wine bottle in one hand and fish trap in another. He had

forgotten about your student here?” she yelled at him from

Can‘t you walk? Don‘t tell me you want an old man like

got a point there. She stumbled her way over. Picking up the broken basket she had brought

was that he was called Crayson, and he was good at basket–weaving and woodworking. He was far more skilled than the average person, and he was also a mysterious old man

in. She knew the table was there for his tea sessions. “You sure know

you like this place, you can stay here with me. I could

place where she had grown up. Although it had been half a year since she last saw the inside of Crayson‘s house, she had to admit everything was still in its. place. Nothing had changed. She then took a chair and brought it outside to the yard and sat with Crayson. There,

right. Soft and silky down the throat, and its aroma is deliciously pleasant. The aftertaste is lovely. Good stuff. When are you going to bring me another bottle

Veronica‘s mouth twitched madly. You sure love your wine, you old coot. Do you know

a bottle of good wine for her because she knew she would be returning to her hometown. It was so pricey that it made her