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, will I still be

“Of course.”

“Really?”

a given. As long as you‘re willing to be my retirement plan, this

I shall look after you until you‘re finally in the dirt,”

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.

me, at least, Veronica thought

Grinning, he mumbled to himself, “Wine and some nice fish. What a spread, hahaha…” Crayson headed straight to his home,

old coot, have you forgotten about your student here?” she yelled at him from where

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

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

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

the wooden house that Crayson lived in. She knew the table was there for his tea sessions. “You sure know how to enjoy life,”

you can stay here with me. I could use some

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

took a sip of wine and nodded. “That‘s good wine, all right. Soft and silky down the throat, and its aroma is deliciously pleasant. The aftertaste is lovely. Good stuff. When are

you old

for her because she knew she would be returning to her hometown. It was so