Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 872 Giving Her Husband Away

“Are you willing to do whatever I say?” Veronica nodded. “Of course.” “Well then…” A cunning smile appeared on Matthew’s face. Just as he was about to open his mouth to demand what he wanted, a car honk interrupted him.

Then he noticed a car parked right next to his. Matthew’s gaze turned cold after he was interrupted, but he still held Veronica’s cheeks and kissed her lightly on the lips.

It was just a peck. He then let go of her, lowered the car window, and looked out the window at the person outside. “What brings you here, Princess Eleanor?”

Her constant bothering was truly a headache to him. The breeze outside made Eleanor’s red dress flutter.

Her smile shone like the sun. As she brushed her wind-blown hair, she asked, with her arms crossed across her chest, “Am I unwelcome, Master?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Matthew showed no regard for the lovely lady in front of him. His aloof attitude evidenced his displeasure with Eleanor.

Eleanor, the honorable princess of the hidden clan, had never been treated in this manner before.

instead of becoming angry, she became even more obsessed with Matthew. “But I am here to

I have the right to decide,” Matthew responded coldly. Regardless, Eleanor ignored him and opened the backseat door. “I need to speak with

words. Eleanor rolled her eyes at that. “I’ve never met a more ungrateful

suggested, “Your One Piece

coming from Eleanor. She knew Eleanor was intelligent, but she had no idea Eleanor would know so much about

the moment, Veronica couldn’t figure out

unfathomable, and she was always

you didn’t expose us in front of Zac, we should

she finished her sentence, Matthew started the engine and headed to

appears that my master is truly… hmm, what’s that word?” Eleanor tried to recollect the word. “Oh, a hen-pecked

of Matthew’s love

for Veronica, which Eleanor could never have no matter

her head to look at Veronica and said, “I know your mother has always wanted to be the hidden clan’s leader. Why don’t we strike