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

strode silently into the bedroom,

bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink! A toast to you, Matthew Kings.” Closing

and her raised hand finally fell. With a flip of her body, she hugged the

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

D*mn her!

could tolerate her

when he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely

heard the sound

figure on the bed and listened intently, only to discover that she

Her sobs were soft.

power, he could feel the softest corner of his heart clenched, suffocating him

was utterly

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

the matter?” he asked, his

to rub her back with his

began to sob even worse, grabbing hold of him and crying all over his shirt.

Mom?

could no longer tell who

placated patiently, “Don’t

was

be so shocked that his jaw would

all, his boss had always been a cold man who never treated

am, I’ll be hurt. They’ll

his embrace, Veronica

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

she finally quieted did

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

long time, he

As he studied her devastatingly beautiful face, he couldn’t help lifting a hand and tracing her

landed on her mouth, and he took in the sensation of the soft, tender petals that were her

this unintentional act, in which Matthew was