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!”

ears, Matthew felt his gaze darken and he narrowed his eyes at her, emanating anger seemingly

still strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering to

b*tches… You’re no different from the Larson Family. I hate you all… I hate you…” As he deposited her on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink! A toast to you, Matthew Kings.” Closing her eyes, she mumbled, “Cheers to

out and her raised hand finally fell. With a flip of

he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all the

D*mn her!

miracle he could tolerate her yelling at him

pounce on her

then, he heard the sound of

glanced down at her trembling figure on the bed and listened

Her sobs were soft.

of his

feeling was

her eyes shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper

matter?” he asked, his

out to rub her back with his other

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

Mom?

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

“Don’t cry. There’s a

was

would be so shocked that

his boss had always been a cold man who never treated any

good. If I am, I’ll be hurt. They’ll

embrace, Veronica cried

began to fall asleep

quieted did Matthew let out a

her sniveling all over him. Perhaps that

time, he held her as she

As he studied her devastatingly beautiful face,

on her mouth, and he took in the sensation

her sleep, Veronica was completely unaware of this unintentional act, in which Matthew was stoking