Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 175

“Hmph! That’s because you are an idiot. The years you have spent learning those skills from me have gone down the drain. Don’t ever declare yourself as my disciple; I can’t afford to be humiliated like this!” Crayson coldly snorted and responded with a look of disgust on his face while smoking a pipe.

Veronica darted a glare at him. “Master, you are so cold-hearted.”

Her words caused the others to burst into laughter, and Matthew enjoyed the relaxing and joyful atmosphere a lot.

They chatted until late at night. In the end, Grayson wanted to go home, so Veronica and Matthew sent him back before they headed back to the house with a torchlight.

The soft hoots of the nightjars echoed in the old, dense and foggy forest. Veronica clung onto Matthew, holding his sleeve with one hand. Her heart was in her mouth.

“You,”

“Ah! You startled me!”

Veronica was given a fright when Matthew had barely said a word. She slapped his shoulder and muttered, “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Why haven’t I noticed that you are actually very timid?” As he rarely saw her trembling in fear, Matthew found her current reaction rather amusing.

“Hey, that’s not my fault!” She pouted. “It’s my damn Master’s fault. He told me that this is the path that the grim reapers usually take. Ever since then, I have always been frightened when I pass by this area.”

“Hoot!” As soon as she said that, a nightjar suddenly hooted and it startled her. In response, Veronica grabbed Matthew by his arm and buried her head against his chest, embracing him with all her strength.

At that moment, she could swear to God that this was the most pathetic day she had ever had in her life.

She wasn’t afraid of enemies, height, violence-both verbally and physically-nor was she afraid of darkness when she was living in a vibrant city. Nevertheless, she was afraid of darkness when she was back in her hometown, and she was so terrified to the point of being unable to leave the house at night.

The sudden embrace of the woman warmed Matthew’s chest, and the faint fragrance of her hair that lingered in the air felt familiar and nice.

Matthew froze on the spot. His arms that were hanging by his sides stiffened for a second before he raised them up to pat her on her back. “Nothing’s going to happen. Don’t worry.”

The hand that was holding the flashlight went around her waist while the other gently pinched her earlobe. “Don’t be scared, Roni. I’m here with you.”

actions felt so

touch her ear and shout loudly, “Veronica, don’t be scared. I’m

swept over her and

that she was practically glued to Matthew; she could

flushed crimson as she pushed him away. “Let’s go. I nearly jumped

her from behind and

have a question.

it?”

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do you need me

realized that he has fallen in love with

not. I’ll give a good beating to this sort of jerk if I ever

the woman from Matthew’s story strongly. She glared at him and barked, “As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. You are not half-decent yourself. If it wasn’t for the fact that I didn’t diligently practice martial arts with my master, I would have castrated yoù when you touched

of mine.

now he wants to leave all the mess behind him? Such an a*shole. Even if he were to marry his fiancée, they wouldn’t be happy after marriage but if he didn’t marry his fiancée, the child she’s carrying would only become a victim. It would also

“So…”

he should just die!

with Matthew, which enraged her. In a fit of rage, she stomped on Matthew’s foot and twisted her foot for a few

that moment, even the

hissed and he wriggled his left toe for a bit before chasing

 I really a jerk? Maybe I am. Otherwise, I wouldn‘t have slept with Tiffany when I was intoxicated and impregnated her. Will I choose ‘her‘ if Tiffany is not pregnant? By ‘her’,

it any further thought, he went after Veronica and headed back

they returned home, Veronica directly returned to her room and

behavior, and so she asked him, “Matthew,

down when she was walking just now. So, she was

excuse that even he himself found

Forget it, let’s not mind her. Matthew, you

“Thank you, Mrs. Murphy.”