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

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

a glass. “Come,

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

his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with

D*mn her!

a miracle he could tolerate her yelling at him like

her and punish

he heard the

at her trembling figure on the bed and listened intently, only to

Her sobs were soft.

he could feel the softest corner of his

was

shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of

he asked, his voice extremely

out to rub her back with his other

of him and crying all over his shirt. “The Larsons are such bullies, Mom! The b*stard Matthew is

Mom?

she could no longer tell who he was because of

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

voice was

be so

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

can’t be good. If I am, I’ll

his embrace, Veronica

cried, she finally began to fall asleep

did Matthew let

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

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

index finger landed on her mouth, and he took in the sensation of the soft,

in which Matthew was stoking his own fire and