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!”

his ears, Matthew felt his gaze darken and he narrowed

silently into the bedroom,

you all… I hate you…” As he deposited her on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come,

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

his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt

D*mn her!

tolerate her

wanted to pounce on her

then, he heard

bed and listened intently, only

Her sobs were soft.

he could feel the softest corner of his heart

feeling was

rounded the bed, he discovered that Veronica was crying with her eyes shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat down opposite her, thereafter helping her wipe her

asked, his voice

he reached out to rub her back with

worse, grabbing hold of him and crying all over his shirt. “The

Mom?

could no longer tell who he was because of how

so, he placated patiently, “Don’t

was unprecedentedly

he would be so shocked that his

a cold man who never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was now treating Veronica with

If I am, I’ll be hurt.

head burrowed in his embrace, Veronica cried like

to fall asleep

after she finally quieted did Matthew let out

complained about her sniveling all over him. Perhaps that wasn’t

a long time, he

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

on her mouth, and he took in the sensation of the soft, tender

act, in which Matthew was stoking his own fire and