Chapter 67

After failing several times to leave Veronica there, Matthew finally resigned himself to holding her up.

It wasn’t until she had vomited so much she could no longer throw up that he wiped her mouth and carried her back to bed.

Since he found it hard to extinguish his anger after depositing her on the bed, he finally landed a heavy slap on her backside.

The snap rang loudly around the room.

In her sleep, Veronica sucked in a pained breath but continued to doze without any other reaction.

 

The truth was, Matthew had restrained himself during the slap.

However, upon hearing her pained breath, he paused for a second before pulling up the hem of her dress.

 

It might not have mattered if he hadn’t looked but now, he was discovering that he had left a clear, five-fingered imprint upon her fair skin.

The marks made his heart sink and after staring at them for a few seconds, he couldn’t help lifting a hand and rubbing them gently.

Only after that did he cover her back up with the blankets and leave the bedroom.

In the living room, he picked up his cell phone and gave Thomas a call. “Go and look into Veronica Murphy at once. I want to know everything about her.”

“Understood, Young Master Matthew,” Thomas answered before asking, “What do I do with Miss Spencer?”

“Whatever you wish.”

Having no interest in anyone other than Veronica, Matthew simply said so before hanging up the phone.

After sleeping for a few hours, Veronica finally woke up in the afternoon and staggered out of bed with one hand clutched to her dizzy, aching head.

Upon opening the door of the bedroom and walking out, she found Matthew seated on the couch.

Long before she got up, he had already cleaned up and tidied the living room.

she hobbled over to the couch where he was leaning back with his legs crossed and a

stared down at him, she couldn’t help asking, “Did I fall on my a*s after drinking? Why

he

to the couch opposite him

shirt with the collar slightly parted, exposing the muscles of his tanned chest. Even through the thin fabric, the definition of his pectorals could vaguely

well-proportioned that it was as if he had been carved with precision. He was God’s perfect specimen-utterly flawless and

men were at their

the saying was

studied him,

a pity that such a stunning

 b*stard of a man!

teasingly, lifting his eyes to sweep her

self-centered. Who’s looking at you? I’m only looking at the painting on the wall behind

Gurgle 

moment she said that, her stomach

the last bit of his work, Matthew closed his laptop and looked down at her clutching her stomach pitifully. “Are you

this caused

you want to

“Yes.”

know; I might consider making you something

“You,”

grumbled once again

obsequious grin. “Matthew-no. Darling brother, won’t you make me some

 too disgusting.

voice almost caused Veronica herself

she would do anything

hand, Matthew was used to her stubborn temperament after having known her for so long, but

before inclining his head.

mess. I’d like some oatmeal. Later on, I’d like to visit your grandmother to thank her for sending you across the continent to rescue

Matthew showed up in time to rescue her

he left, he didn’t forget to add, “You’re her god granddaughter. I only saved you because I wanted her to be happy. You don’t have to worry her now by

she doesn’t know what happened to me?” Veronica

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