Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 66

After she finished speaking, Veronica shot Matthew a sharp, cutting look.

Still seated on the couch, he frowned tightly and looked at her intently.

An… orgy?

He had no idea why she would say such a thing, but it was clear she had misunderstood him completely.

Sitting up, he scooched to the center of the couch and tapped the butt of his cigarette against the ashtray. No longer could he be bothered to stop her from drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

And so, Veronica carried a few bottles of wine over to the table and began drinking by herself.

Glass after glass she downed.

As she drank, she cursed him out. “You’re a son of a b*tch. How could I have fallen to this point if it wasn’t for you? I hate you.”

Polishing off the glass, she poured herself another. Pointing at Matthew, she hiccuped before threatening, “I’m going to drink all of your wine and I’m going to make you go broke. You’re a d*chebag, just like Tiffany. You’re shameless and despicable capitalists who will stop at nothing to achieve your goals. I hate you. I hate you…”

Even though she reeked of alcohol and had drunk so much that her entire face was red, Veronica still persisted.

With a thunderous expression, Matthew snubbed his cigarette butt out in the ashtray before standing up and taking her wine bottle away. “I’ll take you to rest.”

Even though she hadn’t told him what on earth had happened, he knew she wasn’t in a good mood.

That was why he allowed her to vent her anger.

However, it wasn’t good for her to be drinking so much so early in the morning.

“I... Hic! I don’t want to.”

Ignoring her protests, he picked her up into his arms and headed toward the bedroom.

Although Veronica was leaning against his chest, she struggled restlessly, kicking her feet and smacking him in the chest relentlessly with her hands. “Put me down, you b*stard! If you touch me again, I’ll… I’ll castrate you!”

darken and he

strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering to argue with a

sons of b*tches… You’re no different from the Larson Family. I hate you all… I hate you…” As he deposited her on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink! A toast to you, Matthew Kings.” Closing

of her body,

Matthew was furious. With one hand on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all the while glaring

D*mn her!

could tolerate her yelling at

there had been a moment when he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely

then, he heard the sound

the bed

Her sobs were soft.

carried power, he could feel the softest corner of his heart clenched, suffocating

was utterly

he pulled out a few pieces of

the matter?” he asked, his voice

he reached out to rub her

all over his shirt. “The Larsons are such bullies, Mom!

Mom?

knew she could no longer tell who he was because of how

patiently, “Don’t

was

be

always been a cold man who never treated

If I am,

Veronica cried like she was

she finally began to fall asleep

quieted did Matthew let out a

hadn’t complained about her sniveling all

long time, he held her as

hair, running his slender fingers through her fine strands. As he studied her devastatingly beautiful face, he couldn’t help lifting a hand and tracing her cheek with

his index finger landed on her mouth, and he took in the

act, in which Matthew was stoking his own fire and causing