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.

my lessons with you seriously, will I still be

“Of course.”

“Really?”

you‘re willing to be my retirement

you‘re finally in the dirt,” Veronica

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

remembers me, at least, Veronica

and bent down to pick up his fish trap. Grinning, he mumbled to himself, “Wine

coot, have you forgotten about 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

up the broken basket she had brought

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

at the table and chair in the yard and regarded the wooden house that Crayson lived in.

this place, you can stay here with me. I

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

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 going to bring me

you old

knew she would be returning to her hometown. It was so pricey that it made her doubt her life