Her Biliionaire 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!”

and he narrowed

into the bedroom, not bothering to argue with

and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink! A toast to

raised hand finally fell. With a flip of her body, she hugged the

furious. With one hand on his waist, he tugged at the collar

D*mn her!

a miracle he could tolerate

he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely by showing her whether he

then, he heard the sound of

Matthew glanced down at her trembling figure on the bed and listened intently, only to discover that she was

Her sobs were soft.

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

feeling was

out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat

asked, his voice extremely

he reached out to rub her back with his other hand,

over his shirt. “The Larsons are

Mom?

who he was

placated patiently, “Don’t cry. There’s a good

voice was

this scene, he would be so shocked that his jaw would

treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was now treating Veronica with the utmost

good. If I am, I’ll be hurt.

burrowed in his embrace, Veronica

she finally began to

finally quieted did Matthew let

to end, he hadn’t complained about her sniveling all

long time, he held

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

took in

was completely unaware of this unintentional act, in which Matthew was stoking his own fire and causing