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.

hobbled over to the couch where he was leaning back with his legs crossed and a laptop propped in his lap. He was

him, she couldn’t help asking, “Did I fall on my a*s after drinking? Why does it hurt so

and he

couch opposite him and threw

muscles of his tanned chest.

carved with precision. He was God’s perfect specimen-utterly flawless and so handsome that it was

men were at their most handsome when they were hard

was proving to

now, as Veronica studied him, she only felt pleased

was only a pity that such a stunning

 b*stard of a

asked teasingly, lifting his eyes

be so self-centered. Who’s looking at you? I’m only looking at the painting

Gurgle 

said that, her

bit of his work, Matthew closed his laptop

but this caused the

you want to

“Yes.”

know; I might consider making you something to

“You,”

again before she could

scowled before shooting him an obsequious grin. “Matthew-no. Darling brother, won’t you make me some

 was too

wheedling in her voice almost caused Veronica

would do anything

used to her stubborn temperament after having known her for so long, but had never

he raised his eyebrows and smiled before inclining his head. “What

is in a 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

assumed that Matthew showed up in time to rescue her during both the fire

and went toward the kitchen. Before he left, he didn’t forget to add, “You’re her

mean she doesn’t know what happened to

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