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,

inquired indifferently

him. "I didn't tell you something, that outsiders

Veronica did not move a muscle as though

a couple of moments, she slowly turned her head and landed her

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

you add into the water?"

been in your right

drive Thomas away while I was sleeping?" Her words

giving him goosebumps all over his arms. He eventually

defended. "Veronica, it was my idea. It has nothing to do with

speaking to my master. Don't interrupt