Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 8

defy the law because you’re rich?” Well, pretending to be weak, pitiful, and innocent in front of this guy has proven to be useless, for this *sshole is essentially a cold-blooded beast! “We’ll know whether I can do it or not once we give it a try.” Matthew snatched his phone back from Veronica. Then, he walked past her and left right away. “Wait a minute!” Veronica grabbed Matthew’s hand and knelt down with a thud. She said tearfully, “You can’t do that, Young Master Matthew. No one knows whether I’ve gotten pregnant or not, but if I do get pregnant, I’ll definitely abort it.” In order to keep her “womb,” she decided to do everything possible. Dignity is worthless in the face of life, she thought. She didn’t want to lose her womb at a young age. If that happened, no men would want her even if she threw herself at them. “Begging for mercy on your knees, eh? Weren’t you fuming with indignation just now?” Matthew pinched Veronica’s jaw with his large hand. “Say, which side of you should I believe?” Veronica was very angry. “We should conduct ourselves with conscience, Young Master Matthew. Your grandma’s the one who drugged you, and you forced yourself on me. I’m the victim here, so why should I bear the consequences?” Matthew found his interest aroused by Veronica’s kaleidoscopic change of emotions. She acted all pitiful just a moment ago; now, kneeling on the ground, she looked extremely furious. “Because I’m rich and thus can defy the law, that’s why,” he replied, using her words against her. Then, he continued, “Just stay here and don’t go anywhere. Somebody will pick you up later for the surgery.” He pulled out a piece of tissue and wiped the hand that had pinched Veronica’s jaw as if feeling that it was dirty. After tossing the piece of tissue into the trash can, he turned around and left. “Young Master Matthew? Young Master Matthew, let’s talk this through, okay? Hey, don’t leave, Matthew! You’re an *sshole and a jerk, Matthew!” Veronica couldn’t help but swear when she saw the man walk out of the living room without looking back. Then, she got up, sat down on the sofa, and brushed the nonexistent dust off her knees. She muttered, “Damn that shameless jerk.” The elevator door closed outside; the man was gone. Sitting

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