Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 701

Mateo didn't say much as he looked at Tiffany meaningfully before following Veronica into the cafe. After asking the owner for a private room, they entered and took their seats. He took the menu and asked Veronica what she liked before ordering Roobois tea and a few specialty snacks.

"Hey, didn't Matthew just pass away? Did you find new love so soon? Aren't you afraid that he won't rest in peace?" Tiffany leaned on the rattan chair and spoke sarcastically.

Since she was wearing a silver hat, the silver tassels hanging on the edges of the hat made a bell-like sound when she moved slightly. The sound was pleasing to the ear.

Veronica's face darkened as she locked her gaze on Tiffany. Mateo, who was sitting beside her, spoke up immediately. "Did you just come out of the toilet, Miss Larson? Why are you spitting bullsh*t?"

"Who the hell are you? Was I talking to you?" Tiffany raised her chin slightly arrogantly and looked at Mateo with contempt.

"It doesn't matter who I am. It's disgusting to see you acting almighty and domineering," he spat bluntly.

be Veronica's lover boy." Tiffany covered her lips with her hands and smirked. "It's understandable, though. After all, her beloved husband passed away not long ago, so she needs the company

"You..."

Mateo heard that, he became furious and hurried over

her feet in shock, took a few steps back, and asked, "Are you trying to

up." This time, Veronica stood

and reached out to push him behind her while

aimed it at Tiffany's face. However, at a critical juncture, Hendrey pulled Tiffany aside, stood

She glared at Hendrey before turning her gaze to Tiffany. Her delicate hands were balled into tight

your feelings for her were

expected Hendrey to stand up and protect

was reminded of the bracelet on her wrist. She removed it without hesitation before hurling it angrily in his direction. "I've wanted to

bracelet firmly, then looked at it in his palm, and it appeared as if the warmth of her hand was still present. There was a brief moment of sadness in his eyes as he furrowed his chiseled brows,