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!”

lifted the skirt of her dress before she strode toward the elevator. Matthew followed suit as he

she remained quiet. When they

her and she hastily caught it. She realized that it was a key to a Ferrari car after opening her fist. Since she was dubious, she gazed at him. “What’s the meaning of this? Is it

now on. So, use this car for today unless you wanna tarnish our reputation.” He did not

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

her plans, anyway. However, with how things had transpired lately, she wished to protect herself as well

her principles. If she was to be shackled with rules in order to maintain the perfect life of the finest as Elizabeth’s god-granddaughter, she would rather relinquish

Matthew into a pensive contemplation. Veronica was right; a fetter would only trammel her if her life was interfered

But…

his mind, Matthew tested the waters. “You should know well regarding the standing our

voice trailed off as he could

into the high society. I am ‘me’; the one and only ‘me’ in this world. I will never show concession by changing myself.

Murphy, someone who definitely would not change herself

his hand, Matthew frowned as perturbation sat

her, change yourself. A voice suddenly rang in his head, as

a question had been plaguing his mind—would the Kingses accept her with her imperfections when he married her? However, the voice had cleared

he should be the one endeavoring to make changes if he really intended to walk down the aisle with her one day.

on Matthew’s face, which softened

the driver

by his sudden change of attitude. “Why did