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?"

did not look back. The way Crayson addressed her alone was enough to pierce an invisible knife deeply into her heart. The throbbing pain

she inquired indifferently like an immobile

creased as he slowly strode to her side with his hands placed behind him. "I didn't tell you something, that outsiders are not

a feeble explanation. Veronica did not move a muscle

landed her cold gaze upon him. The glint in her eyes was

his heart race. After all, he looked after her as if she was her

into the

was, Crayson had seen this coming. "Ever since Matthew 'passed away', you haven't been in your right state of mind. That's why

didn't drive Thomas away while

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

idea. It has nothing to

speaking to my master. Don't