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.

you seriously,

“Of course.”

“Really?”

a given. As long as you‘re willing to be my

you until you‘re finally in the dirt,” Veronica said as she walked

the bottle after uncorking it. Immediately, his face splii into a grin. “Haha, that‘s some good stuff. Veronica, bring me a few more bottles of this in the future as thanks.” With that, he left with the bottle of wine. A few steps later, he stopped in his tracks

still remembers me, at least, Veronica thought to

path.” He walked over to the riverbank and bent down to pick up his fish trap. Grinning, he mumbled to himself, “Wine

your student here?” she yelled at him from where she

head back to glance at her. “You got legs, don‘t you? Can‘t you walk? Don‘t tell me

stumbled her way over. Picking up the broken basket she had brought with her, Veronica

had known Crayson since she was little, he was a mysterious man. All Veronica knew 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 who knew a myriad of martial

that Crayson lived in. She

place, you can stay here with me. I could

last saw the inside of Crayson‘s house, she had to admit everything was still in its. place. Nothing had changed. She then took

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

of Veronica‘s mouth twitched madly. You sure love your wine, you old coot. Do you know that a bottle costs a whole 10,000 bucks?

of good wine for her because she knew she would be returning to her hometown. It was so pricey that it made her doubt her life choices. Downing all