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?"

her alone was enough to pierce an invisible knife deeply into her heart. The throbbing pain perfused and

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 as

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

race. After all, he looked after her as if she was her biological daughter, despite not running in

did you add into the water?" she interrogated

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

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

zeroed in on him, giving him goosebumps all over his arms. He eventually shifted his

quickly defended. "Veronica, it was my idea. It has

it!" barked Veronica. "I'm speaking