Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 209 You Old Sleazeball

Although Veronica had always been the untainted beauty in Matthew’s eyes, her beauty was taken to the next level as she was dressed to the nines with make-up, albeit a light one. She had him at hello just as easy as a snap of the finger.

Still, someone like her naturally radiated the aura of a royal ice queen, but only if her lips were zipped. Such an imaginary facade would instantly shatter into pieces once words escaped her mouth.

“What are you looking at, you old sleazeball? If I catch you staring at me again, I’ll dig out your eyes right away!” Her gaze that was as sharp as daggers landed on him as her seething wrath overflowed.

The uncouth words jarred into his ears and caused his brows to furrow tightly. Despite the urge to teach Veronica a lesson, Matthew told himself to be patient. F*ck, why do I even like her?

The ever decorous and restrained man could not resist his internal cursing anymore. “From today onward, you’re part of the Kings Family. Thus, every word and action of yours represents the whole family. You gotta behave yourself in public,” he advised patiently.

“You’re telling me?” Veronica snorted before turning around.

“Hold on!” He suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… think it’s better if you leave in the one you were wearing previously.” He touched his nose as his voice had clearly become meeker than before.

Veronica’s expression fell upon hearing that. “Matthew Kings, do you have a few loose screws in your brain? The one who told me to change into this dress was you, but you’re telling me to change it again? Do I look like a clown to you?”

While her face was rife with anger, she prodded his chest with her finger. “Why should I listen to you, anyway? I’m not gonna change! Bite me if you want to because I don’t freaking care!”

toward the elevator. Matthew followed suit as he

he was standing behind Veronica but she remained quiet. When they left the hotel, she prepared

and she hastily caught it. She realized that it was a key to a Ferrari car after opening

car for today unless you wanna tarnish our

the car key back to him. “What? Since I’m Grandma’s god-granddaughter, am I

of her plans, anyway. However, with how things had transpired lately,

was to be shackled with rules in order to maintain the

the moment consigned Matthew into a pensive contemplation. Veronica was right; a fetter would only trammel her if her life was interfered with the sole reason of becoming

But…

the standing our family has in Bloomstead. For Grandma’s sake, are you willing

he could not bring himself to

poor have different ways of going about with their lives. Even if I’m Grandma’s god-granddaughter, it doesn’t imply that it’s compulsory for me to fit into the high society. I am ‘me’; the one and only ‘me’ in this world. I will never show concession by changing myself. Life is enough of a struggle itself. I don’t wanna burden myself with such

definitely would not change herself

clasping the car keys tightly in his hand, Matthew frowned

change her, change yourself. A voice suddenly rang in his head, as though it was reminding

with her imperfections when he married

should be the one endeavoring to make changes if he really intended to walk down the aisle with her one day. Not the other way

epiphany elicited a smile on Matthew’s face, which softened his frigid expression. “You are

into the driver seat of the ordinary,

change of attitude.