Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 275 Shortcut

Matthew eyed Veronica darkly as his lips pressed into a thin line. “So. We’ll be at an impasse until I give you what you want, is that it?”

He was one more push away from an outburst, but even so, he still spoke slowly and steadily. He was calm, much like how the seas and skies were before a storm, as if he was completely unaffected.

However, the more he behaved this way, the more anxious Veronica felt. She could sense that there was a fire burning in him, consuming him.

Nonetheless, she went on to add insult to injury as she drawled coquettishly, “You don’t have to sound like you’re forced into this. It’s not as if this is the first time you’ve tried to make me concede to you, right? Although…” She flashed him a captivating smile while her red scarf brought out a pink tinge to her flawless alabaster skin.

She looked as alluring as a poisonous poppy, but she was just as aggravating too.

He had fallen deeply for her, he realized grimly.

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Having trailed off earlier, Veronica continued with wicked amusement, “I’ve never been one to run away in the face of fear, Matt, so do whatever you like. I promise I won’t tell Grandma about it, because I’m gracious like that.” As she said this, she reached up and pried his fingers off her scarf. She shrugged him off and turned to get out of the car. She slammed the door behind her and walked away without so much as a backward glance.

Left in the car with his insurmountable rage, Matthew clenched his fists and struck the steering wheel in front of him once, then pressed the heel of his palm into the horn several times, disrupting the winter serenity with several loud honks.

“Damn it!” he cursed aloud, then leaned back into his seat as he pinched the space between his brows. Out of nowhere, a sense of helplessness seized him.

He wondered if all these years of getting his way had corroded his reasoning mind, or if his affections for Veronica had clouded his judgment. Whenever she was around, he felt the need to subjugate her and make her accede without question.

attempts to do just that had been to no avail, and he realized belatedly that her heart must be carved out of stone if she could stand up

series of failures had him questioning his own abilities. How is it that I’ve managed to conquer the business world but not one woman? Why is it so hard for me to win her over? He had lost, re-grouped,

Veronica’s proud figure walking ahead. He pinched his brows as he watched her leave, and there was no telling what he was

after leaving the car. As she kept up her pace, she held onto her phone and searched for nearby cars she could hail, but not a single driver was willing to pick her up. Worst still was

quite the conundrum, she admitted

on the screen. She felt quite odd receiving a call from her at such an odd hour.

master has been hospitalized after

Veronica slowed in her steps and turned around in disbelief. Sure enough, Matthew’s car was crawling up to her. What

late, and I don’t want you to go back to Cabot Town alone. I’ve already spoken to Matthew and told him to drop

there’s no need for that, Grandma. I

cut her off mid-sentence. “I’ve heard the rumors flying around these days too. You’d better believe that I gave Matthew a stern lecture, but he told me that the rumors only started after word got out that you became my god-granddaughter. He said he only did that for your best interests. Silly girl; you didn’t think

He did it out of my ‘best interests’? Seriously? Should I thank him then? She was completely baffled by

narrative as she replied, “Grandma, I never thought of him that way. I simply didn’t think it was safe for him to drop me off

have that grandson of mine drop you off, and if he doesn’t, then he and I will have a good

“Oh, uh, Grandma, I—”

up

she listened to the series of beeps on the other line, Veronica quirked her lips unhappily, wondering what she had done to

to her at that moment, and Matthew rolled down the car window with a roguish, triumphant smile playing on

door, then barked, “How low will you stoop, Matthew? Your grandmother is nearly in her seventies, and you actually bothered her with something like

hand on the wheel and tapped against the edge with his fingers, contemplating his reply. “I’m only acting on Grandma’s orders. If you have a problem with that,