Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 292

Chapter 292 Matthew Coughed Blood

Matthew’s visage darkened as he placed the phone on the table while trying to contain his temper.

“I’m not done yet. I’ll leave after you finish this.” Veronica lightly shook the apple in her hand before exclaiming, “Given the way you talked, I guess the accident wasn’t that serious anyway.”

Receiving no response, she quietly peeled the apple before giving it to him. “Here.”

The man stared at her coldly with his tightened brows before glancing at the apple. “I repeat, get out.”

“Matthew Kings, look what I just did for you. And what’s with that attitude of yours?” Then, she calmed herself down by reasoning that it was understandable for a patient to be in a bad mood. “Fine, I know you’re in a bad mood, I understand. I’ll feed you, how about that?”

Having said that, Veronica proffered the apple to him. He looked at her delicate and slim fingers that were adorned with manicured fingernails and the images of her hugging Xavier conjured in Matthew’s head.

In a split second, the heat ignited in him and he shoved her hand away. “Get out!”

The dropped apple rolled on the floor and Veronica felt the stinging sensation of pain on her hand.

apple. After a moment of silence, she piped

but there was one thing for

of pique and the pointy edge plunged deep into the table, indicating

a neurologist for your brain. You can’t act like a child who throws tantrums all the

and slammed the door with a heavy thud, causing the brittle glass on it

Troy and Ruka exchanged glances in confusion. What’s going on? She just went in for three

Matthew warning Veronica to leave. Thus, Ruka thought that he was genuinely angered by the recording

lifted a brow and smirked as things

to her feet and trod into the room where the man she loved was resting. Now that he was completely hurt by Veronica, she thought she should stay by his side to give

face was replaced by distress and

finish her words. His brief order was enough to

froze on the spot and her expression went stiff for a moment before she pursed

frowned and no warmth emanated from that face of his. His sharp gaze was as frosty as the winter breeze, which could bite

to make his hackles rise. “Okay. Just calm down. I’ll leave.” Clenching onto the hem of

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