Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 3

to her face. As a result, she did look quite plain at first glance. Elizabeth took Veronica’s hand affectionately, saying, “Young lady, I’m old, and I just want to have a great-grandson. I’ve looked into your background, so I know your parents are being hospitalized. You’re a nice kid who works part-time after work to earn money to support your family. As long as you’re willing to bear a child for our family, I’ll agree to whatever terms you wish.” Veronica’s eyes widened; she shook off Elizabeth’s hand as if she had gotten an electric shock. “No, no, no, madam. I know you want to have a great-grandson, but this is a family matter for you guys. I’ve got absolutely nothing to do with it.” Are you kidding me? This is a bit too hasty. Don’t tell me I’m gonna have to bear a child for the Kings Family just because I have slept with Matthew. What does that make of me, huh? Meanwhile, Tiffany arrived at Hilton Restaurant, but it wasn’t until half an hour after she arrived that Matthew turned up. “Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Matthew walked in, dressed in a black shirt paired with a silvery-gray and white striped suit. With his matchless good-looking features, he oozed seductive charm with only a slight curl of his thin lips, causing Tiffany’s heart to go pit-a-pat and her eyes to glaze over slightly. Tiffany had seen Matthew on TV before. At this very moment, however, she felt that the broad-shouldered and slender man before her was exuding the regal air of a noble prince through his every pore while giving off a chilly vibe that would keep any strangers away. Restraining herself despite her fluttering heart, she stood up and nodded gently out of courtesy. “It’s okay, Young Master Matthew. You’re punctual; I’m the one who was early.” Sitting across the table from Tiffany, Matthew shot a glance at her before withdrawing his gaze. “What would you like to eat?”