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!”

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

still strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering

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 you being impotent for the rest of your life. Cheers

finished cursing him out and her raised hand finally fell. With a flip of her body, she hugged the blanket to herself and fell

he tugged at the collar of his

D*mn her!

tolerate

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

heard

the bed and listened

Her sobs were soft.

softest corner of his heart clenched, suffocating him

was

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

asked,

reached out to rub her back

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

Mom?

no longer tell who

placated patiently, “Don’t

voice was

be so shocked

never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was now treating Veronica

be good. If I am, I’ll be hurt. They’ll hurt

her head burrowed in his embrace, Veronica cried like

she finally began to

did Matthew let out a

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

long time, he

As he studied her

mouth, and he took in the sensation of the soft, tender petals that

act, in which Matthew was stoking his own fire and causing