Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 238 So, I’ve Misunderstood Matthew

Cory Island was an obscure island where a hellish training took place. The people who went there would have a taste of what it felt like to be in hell, but they would return as whole new people after the arduous drill.

In fact, Thomas was one of the candidates who had successfully completed the inhumane training, and he would never want to go back there. Once was enough.

However, his mistake was beyond recall as Matthew insisted on sending him there. “Ask your brother, Troy, to take over your position.”

Thomas swallowed back his pleading words and gave in in the end. “Understood.”

“Leave.” The man ordered icily.

The corner of Thomas’ lips twitched as he left the office instantly. Once he exited the building, he gave Veronica a call at the entrance, but no one picked up the phone no matter how many times he called.

His heart sank, and he slapped himself a few times in despair. “F*ck! You dumb sh*t!”

The brisk sound of slapping attracted the bypassing workers, who knew him well.

“M-Mr. Ritter, are you alright?”

“Mr. Ritter, are you okay? Do you want us to call the hospital?”

“Mr. Ritter, is everything fine?”

“There are no mosquitoes, though. Why did you slap yourself?”

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his confused colleagues irritated him. “What are you looking at? Don’t you have work to do? Can’t

car with trudging footsteps, he rang

“What’s wrong?”

He even told me to enjoy myself

of situation, but I can’t help it. How could you say that to Miss Murphy? You know how much

brother was guffawing nonstop, Thomas’ face was perfused with red

…

neurologist. When it was finally

electrocardiography and electroencephalography. Once the doctor took a glimpse of the results, she nodded. “It is insomnia. I presume that it has been two months, but most of the patients have it because of massive stress. And most of the youngsters

insomniacs might encounter as well as the things Veronica should take note of before scribbling a prescription for

from Thomas in the car. Since she was doing a check-up at

why he

the phone tightly, she glanced at the medicine on the passenger seat. She had misunderstood him all this

porridge he made and the warm milk he prepared at the

she had thrown all those nasty words at him back then. Although he had tried to explain, she never trusted him in the

being so helpless in

had happened in front of Matthew nonetheless, because the ‘misunderstanding’ would be a perfect

true that Matthew was nice to Veronica, but that alone couldn’t fill in the gap between them. The fact that they weren’t of the same

answered the

work?” His voice sounded gentle as ever. It sounded as though he was handling something very

him. You’re planning to expand the business, right? I’m looking at some information to understand

must be a balance between work and life. Some rest time after work is

“You’re right.”

from your office