Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 693

Veronica felt that her life had been a poorly written comedy; it was pathetic. She sat on the bed until the night dawned, devouring the room with darkness. Remaining seated, she could feel the boat swaying slightly, but she did not feel dizzy.

Creak.

A stranger opened the door and walked into the room. She was stunned momentarily to see Veronica spacing out on bed before she wheeled around and left. Then, Veronica could hear her shouting, "Destiny. Destiny, the Young Lord is awake."

Following that was the sound of footsteps. Soon, Destiny and Crayson entered the room together.

"Hey, brat. You're up." After noticing the awakened Veronica facing toward the window on the bed without moving, he knew that something was wrong with her.

Reflexively, he glanced at Destiny, who stepped forward. "Veronica, how are you feeling?"

look back. The way Crayson addressed her alone was enough to pierce an invisible knife deeply into her heart. The throbbing pain perfused and seeped into

inquired indifferently like an immobile

didn't tell you something, that outsiders are not

not move a muscle as though she was a

she slowly turned her head and landed her

them made his heart race. After all, he looked after her as

add into the water?" she interrogated

"Ever since Matthew 'passed away', you haven't been in your right state of mind. That's why I added some drugs so

sure you didn't drive Thomas away while I was

all over his arms. He eventually shifted his gaze as he could not look into

"Veronica, it was my idea. It

speaking to my master.