Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 398 It’s a Celebration

“I don’t want to talk about it. I made him so mad, he left.” She lay back down and stared at the ceiling in silence.

“What happened? What kind of shitty stuff did you do this time to make him so mad?” She wanted to gossip. For a moment, she forgot that she just went through a breakup.

Veronica sighed. “I… Well, he came to Castron so suddenly and called me. He wanted to know who I was having lunch with, so I lied and said it was Mia. My friend gave me a ride back and he saw us, so he got mad.”

“That’s all? Wow, he’s overreacting.”

“Um… Oh, we hugged too, and he flicked my forehead. That’s all. That’s all we did.”

“Hm, odd. Why is he so jealous of your friend? You’ve never been to Castron though, so why do you have friends there?” Yvonne noticed something off about it.

Veronica answered honestly, “It’s Larry Freeman.”

“Wait, the Larry Freeman? The superstar?”

“Yep.”

it the wrong way.” Larry was one of the most innocent men in the industry and the only male star who had more male than female fans. The guy was humble, down to earth, and contributed a lot to charity. He seldom appeared in any movies, but every work he did

that Larry’s my first love, and I bullshitted a lot. Even told him

sighed. “Cupid tried his best to match you up, but you managed to

over this. He did know that her first love was Hendrey, but then he also said she might have dated Larry after breaking up with

him. What

I guess,” she said. Veronica was about to hang up, but she asked, “Oh yeah. Why did you call

Zac captured Conrad.” Yvonne still loved Conrad in the end, especially since he was her baby’s father. She had no idea

You’re keeping

already two months old, so I’m keeping it. Conrad’s a piece of scum, but the child is innocent.”

It had been two days. She would have aborted it by now if she really didn’t want to keep the child. “I won’t tell you what to do,

and Yvonne fell into silence. Veronica then said, “I’ll call you later. I need to

went to the door, where the sound was coming from. She leaned her head

opened the door at once, but his face was not the first thing she

in front of her. He stared at her gently,

grateful and guilty at the same time, and she pursed her lips. “Um…” There was a lump in her throat, and she was too touched to say anything. She stared at the roses and smelled their lovely scent, which refreshed her. “Thank you.” She took the flowers and held it in her arms, her face red. “I thought you’d

pushed his fringe back and cocked his eyebrow. “I trust you.” He would trust her, since he had chosen her. He