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

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

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

flip of her body, she hugged the blanket to herself and fell asleep with

was furious. With one hand on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all

D*mn her!

could tolerate her

to pounce on her and punish her severely by showing her

then, he heard the sound

figure on the bed and listened intently, only to

Her sobs were soft.

could feel the softest corner of his heart clenched, suffocating

feeling was utterly

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 did so, he reached out to rub her back with his other hand,

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

Mom?

longer tell who he was because of how drunk she

placated patiently, “Don’t cry.

was

he would be so

who never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew

am, I’ll be

his embrace, Veronica cried like she was made

she finally began to

did Matthew let out a slow

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

long time, he held her

through her fine strands. As he studied her devastatingly beautiful face, he couldn’t help lifting a hand and tracing her cheek

and he took in the sensation of the soft, tender

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