Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 92

“Matthew, wasn’t it your man who carried my luggage? Where is it?” Veronica furrowed her brows and questioned Matthew.

The man closed his umbrella and carefully buckled its belt before coldly glancing al her as he opened his thin lips. “I’m not related to you at all, so why should I help you carry your luggage?”

This guy is so petty. Her expression darkened as she rolled her eyes at him. He must have gotten angry when I introduced him to Quincy, but I didn’t expect him to be so petty.

“Fine, our friendship is now over.” She grunted coldly and said to Quincy, “Please wait here for me. I need to take my luggage and will be back shortly.”

After that, she turned around to retrieve her luggage. While walking past Matthew, she fiercely nudged his arm before dashing off.

As the road down the mountain was muddy, it was still too slippery and caused her to be extremely slow.

It was originally a ten-minute journey, but Veronica took more than twenty minutes to arrive there. When she had spent another twenty minutes to return, Matthew was the only one left as the others were gone.

She angrily placed her luggage on the ground before glaring at him to ask, “Where’s Quincy?”

“He said that you are too slow, so he left first,” he uttered coldly as he held his umbrella with one hand and rested the other hand in his pocket.

“Can’t you be nice to me?!” An exasperated Veronica rolled her eyes at him. This b*stard! Because of a few words that I said earlier, he left my luggage a few miles away and made me walk for almost an hour for nothing.

“I’m not related to you at all, so why should I be nice to you?” Matthew took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up before silently smoking it.

After that, Veronica walked past him to move forward while carrying her luggage.

The road up the mountain was just as treacherous and their journey along the muddy road was made even more difficult by the earlier rainstorm.

Therefore, it was extremely exhausting for her to carry the luggage up the mountain.

After climbing up the mountain and standing at the peak, she lifted her head and realized that Quincy and the other two men were already on top of another mountain in front of her and Matthew.

She could faintly see their figures.

the moment, since Veronica was bearing a grudge against Matthew, she angrily walked in front of him without

who was following closely behind her, saw that she looked a bit tired and asked, “Do you need me to help you carry

related to you, so I don’t

without saying anything else. Then, he continued to

went up the mountain, they now began their descent. Even though Veronica was wearing a pair of non-slip shoes, the footwear couldn’t withstand the steep and slippery mountain road,

try to support her, but he would

looked at the steep road down the mountain as she was afraid of slipping later on. She was standing on a rock with arms akimbo while glaring at

moment, their

and relaxed while the other was panting

heavy. It was already a miracle that she could carry it this

she was raging, she decided to ‘surrender’ in the

interests at all times, so she chose

you help me all the way

you just be nice to me? Serves you right for being single even when you are almost 30. I hope that you‘ll be

raised his brows. “Oh, is that so? Who was the one who told me earlier tha! I’m not related to her

don’t have to take it so seriously. Are you really that

head in a serious manner. “I

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“You…”

a deep breath and closed her eyes to slowly calm herself down. I can‘t

hereby apologize for what

in front of him and gave him a ninety-degree bow three

her chin and probed, “Do you really think I would help you to carry your luggage

would only bow three times to the dead. This woman is explicitly and implicitly praying for me

I’m just bowing three

submit to him for the time being, Veronica revealed a flattering smile, but it wasn’t sincere. That‘s right. I‘m bowing three times to show my sincerity to God so that a vile, nasty and shameless scumbag

what kind of relationship do we have?” the man

It’s my fault, alright? You’re my