Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 372 Matthew the Lumberjack

Give up his fortune? The four words seemed to linger heavily in the air, shocking both Daniella and Veronica, who was eavesdropping around the corner. Even Matthew was stunned by what he had said.

He wasn’t sure at which point of time he actually fell in love with Veronica, but after getting to know her for the past seven or eight months, he had come to love her enough to put his fortune at stake. This was the first time in his twenty-eight years of life that he knew what it was like to love someone so deeply that he was willing to give up everything to be with her.

Perhaps this was what they meant by falling head-over-heels for someone.

He had been aloof and reserved before he met her but now, that icy heart of his was finally thawing.

“You—”

“You’ve known the brat for less than a year; it’s a little too early for you to make grand proclamations about giving up your fortune for her!” Crayson interjected as he unknowingly showed up in the kitchen, cutting Daniella off and putting Matthew in his place.

Veronica had been so focused on what Matthew was saying that she did not sense Crayson’s appearance as well. She straightened up and turned around to look at him. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Crayson went on to say, “The brat is too young to be thinking about marriage. If you really like her, then you’ll have no qualms waiting for her for another year or two. That ought to give you both enough time to think things through before moving onto the next step together.”

“Makes sense,” Daniella said approvingly as she glanced over at the old man. Now that she thought about it, he made a fair point. “Veronica isn’t even twenty-two yet, so marriage shouldn’t be on the top of her list at the moment.”

one side, Veronica stayed silent as she listened

time to get used to having him around before he brought up the issue of marriage. “Whatever you say is fine by me.” After that, his face lit up with a bright smile as he said to Daniella, “Mrs. Murphy, I’ll

work, and she found herself musing that men who were good-looking and useful in the kitchen were rare finds that

giving the stove a thorough wipe-down. Before long, the kitchen was

an ideal househusband?” Miguel mused in a singsong voice when he traipsed through the entryway and saw Matthew buzzing around the kitchen with an apron on and a rag in hand. With a sigh, Miguel added, “Seeing as you’re so good with house chores, why don’t you just hand Spinfluence Group to your Uncle Conrad

say that?” Matthew cast a sideways glance at Miguel as a smirk played on his

was doing humble house chores, there was no hiding the elegance that he possessed. He looked positively regal as he undid his

this one day.” Miguel shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers and sighed. “Love makes a man go crazy, I guess. I’ve never seen you lift a finger to clean up anything anywhere, but here you are scrubbing dishes in

his hands and spun on his heels to leave the

grin at him, saying, “There you are, Matt! Veronica’s father was just saying how we could use more firewood in

“Hey, I did not—”

was about to deny this when Caleb interrupted him, “Yeah, I heard Master Crayson mention that there

here had closed

me,” Master Crayson said nonchalantly as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He looked at Matthew steadily and added, “Your buddies were telling me how much you wanted to experience life in a small town, so here’s your big chance. Go out to the yard and chop up some

for the sake of amusement. She immediately stood up and said, “Master Crayson, you can’t possibly have a guest do the work, can

with a silver spoon in his mouth, chopping up firewood. The thought

you brat! He’ll have to go through me if he really likes you. I have no plans on letting the both of you see each other if he can’t do a simple job such as

that he saw her as his own daughter. Thus, it was only normal that he would try to gauge just how far Matthew was willing to go

a clever way

of this, and it showed. He shot a blank look in Crayson’s direction, then at his wife. Finally, he gazed