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?"

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 her veins, drowning her into the tingling agony, which felt

indifferently like

her side with his hands placed behind him. "I didn't tell you something, that outsiders are not allowed to enter

feeble explanation. Veronica did not move a

slowly turned her head and landed her cold gaze upon

race. After all, he looked after her as if she was her biological daughter, despite

into the water?"

Crayson had seen this coming. "Ever since Matthew 'passed away', you haven't been in your right state of mind. That's why I added some drugs so that you can

you didn't drive Thomas away while I was sleeping?" Her

him, giving him goosebumps all over his arms. He eventually shifted his gaze as he could not look into her

my idea. It has nothing to do with

"I'm speaking to my master.