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!”

the word ‘castrate’ hit his ears, Matthew felt his gaze darken and he narrowed his eyes at her, emanating anger seemingly even from

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

he deposited her on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink!

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

on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all the while glaring at

D*mn her!

was a miracle he could tolerate her yelling at him like

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

then, he heard the sound of

bed and listened intently, only to discover

Her sobs were soft.

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

was

he discovered that Veronica was crying with her eyes shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat down

asked, his voice extremely

to rub her back with

his shirt. “The Larsons are such bullies, Mom! The b*stard

Mom?

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

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

voice was unprecedentedly

scene, he would be so shocked that his

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

I am,

his embrace, Veronica cried like

she cried, she finally began to fall asleep while still holding

she finally quieted did Matthew let

from beginning to end, he hadn’t complained about her sniveling all over him. Perhaps that wasn’t

time, he held her

her fine strands. As he studied

took in the sensation of the soft, tender

completely unaware of this unintentional act, in which