Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 63 What surprised Matthew most was not Veronica’s beautiful and delicate face, but her skill and familiarity with guns.

Once again, he was suspicious of her identity and even more curious about how mysterious she was.

“Pfft! Who’s scared?” As Veronica lowered her head to glance at their tightly entwined hands, she scoffed. “If you’re not afraid of being embarrassed, what would I have to be afraid of?”

With that, they fell silent for the rest of the trip.

As Matthew passed through security with her and Yvonne, he wondered how Thomas had negotiated with the other party. At any rate, Thomas only had to pass the mercenaries to them before Veronica was allowed to leave with him.

On the other hand, Yvonne went with Thomas.

After departing, Matthew took Veronica onto the helicopter before flying off.

As the noise was loud in the helicopter, the two of them remained silent.

A few hours later, it reached Bloomstead and landed on the rooftop of Twilight Club.

After descending the stairs, Matthew and Veronica both entered the penthouse one after the other.

The moment they were in the penthouse, he pressed her against the wall next to the door and narrowed his eyes as he looked imperiously down at her. “Why didn’t you come to me for help?”

After all, it was through Thomas’ investigation that Matthew found out she went to Xavier, and not him, for help before she was kidnapped.

The sudden action shocked Veronica, and she scowled unhappily. “I couldn’t remember your number, so how could I call you for help?”

Truly, he is being so unreasonable.

“You couldn’t remember my number, but you could remember Xavier’s?” Matthew demanded.

“1_” As she met his dark eyes, something deep in his gaze started her. Unable to stop a chuckle from leaving her mouth, she tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows. “Are. Are you jealous? Tell me honestly, Matthew Kings–do you have feelings for me?”

it was just a shot

that, and he zeroed in on her face that looked so

was, he felt extremely repulsed by Tiffany every time

like Tiffany’s—he gladly accepted

 that mean I truly have

think I’d have feelings for you just because you look like Tiffany? You’re a fool if you think so!” Matthew’s eyes flashed as if he had been provoked, and he turned to walk away. However, he threw over his shoulder, “There’s only one bed here. You can sleep on the couch or in the same bed as me. I won’t kick you out by virtue of you being a

“Y–Youshould be glad

she lowered her head to glance down at the clothes on her body that smelled of another

have any clothes for me to wear? I wish

pulled out a set of women’s clothing. He then walked up to her and threw

at it. It was a

help remembering the scene from her previous visit to the penthouse when she had seen two women leave the place. It was likely these clothes were

wonder you

was

was unbuttoning his suit jacket, paused in his actions and looked up to shoot her a lazy but somewhat cold

up to her and asked, “What did you

so cold that it

she scoffed in response. “I’m only speaking the truth.” As she

taken a single proper shower. It wasn’t surprising how uncomfortable

stood rooted to

his lips lifted into a

 that mean

red wine from the cooler and poured himself a drink, which he then carried over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. With one hand in his pants pocket, he glanced out at the

the night, Bloomstead looked prosperous and splendid

on a usual day, he suddenly felt an inexplicable, unprecedented

finally leaving his throat and settling back in his chest, giving him a peace of

front of the window, pouring himself another