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.”

Veronica stayed silent as she listened

“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 be doing the dishes, so

She stayed in the kitchen for a bit just to watch Matthew work, and she found herself musing that men who were good-looking and useful in the kitchen were rare finds that they had practically turned mythological over the last few years.

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

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 and move in with the Murphys? Pretty good option, if

much did Uncle Conrad pay you to say that?” Matthew cast a sideways glance at

humble house chores, there was no hiding the elegance that he possessed. He looked positively regal as he undid his apron and hung it on

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 your future-mother-in-law’s kitchen. I’m telling you, if word of this gets back to Bloomstead, all the women who have their eyes

trap,” Matthew drawled. He washed his hands and spun

had only just reached the living room when Skyler stood up and flashed a mischievous grin at him, saying, “There you are, Matt! Veronica’s father was just saying how we could use more firewood in this weather. Could you run out to the front yard and chop up the

“Hey, I did not—”

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

to keep out the cold, most houses here had closed furnaces installed with a pipe that vented out

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

for the sake of amusement. She immediately stood up and

Matthew, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, chopping up firewood. The thought of it was absurd, and

but you’re my disciple, 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 chopping up firewood!” Crayson huffed as he waved his hand dismissively, then looked away without

not bother countering him. She knew how much Veronica meant to him and that he saw her as his own daughter. Thus, it was only normal that he would try

a clever way of

shot a blank look in Crayson’s direction, then at his wife. Finally, he gazed at Veronica