Her Biliionaire Husband

Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 92

“Matthew, wasn’t it your man who carried my luggage? Where is it?” Veronica furrowed her brows and questioned Matthew.

The man closed his umbrella and carefully buckled its belt before coldly glancing al her as he opened his thin lips. “I’m not related to you at all, so why should I help you carry your luggage?”

This guy is so petty. Her expression darkened as she rolled her eyes at him. He must have gotten angry when I introduced him to Quincy, but I didn’t expect him to be so petty.

“Fine, our friendship is now over.” She grunted coldly and said to Quincy, “Please wait here for me. I need to take my luggage and will be back shortly.”

After that, she turned around to retrieve her luggage. While walking past Matthew, she fiercely nudged his arm before dashing off.

As the road down the mountain was muddy, it was still too slippery and caused her to be extremely slow.

It was originally a ten-minute journey, but Veronica took more than twenty minutes to arrive there. When she had spent another twenty minutes to return, Matthew was the only one left as the others were gone.

She angrily placed her luggage on the ground before glaring at him to ask, “Where’s Quincy?”

“He said that you are too slow, so he left first,” he uttered coldly as he held his umbrella with one hand and rested the other hand in his pocket.

“Can’t you be nice to me?!” An exasperated Veronica rolled her eyes at him. This b*stard! Because of a few words that I said earlier, he left my luggage a few miles away and made me walk for almost an hour for nothing.

“I’m not related to you at all, so why should I be nice to you?” Matthew took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up before silently smoking it.

After that, Veronica walked past him to move forward while carrying her luggage.

The road up the mountain was just as treacherous and their journey along the muddy road was made even more difficult by the earlier rainstorm.

Therefore, it was extremely exhausting for her to carry the luggage up the mountain.

After climbing up the mountain and standing at the peak, she lifted her head and realized that Quincy and the other two men were already on top of another mountain in front of her and Matthew.

She could faintly see their figures.

At the moment, since Veronica was bearing a grudge against Matthew, she angrily walked in front of him without saying a word.

her, saw that she looked a bit tired and asked, “Do

related to you, so I don’t want

else. Then, he continued to silently follow her from behind.

non-slip shoes, the footwear couldn’t withstand the steep and slippery mountain road, so she was close to falling a few times. In the end, she was able to prop her

to fall, Matthew would reach out and try to support her, but he would silently withdraw his hand since she was able to stabilize herself each

the mountain as

moment, their eyes

relaxed

the luggage had been too heavy. It was already a miracle that she could

raging, she decided to ‘surrender’ in the

interests at all times, so she chose to throw in

me all the way here? Do you really think

just be nice to me? Serves you right for being single even when you are almost 30. I hope that you‘ll be lonely

that so? Who was the one who told me earlier

have to take it so seriously. Are you really that

head in

la

is manne

“You…”

breath and closed her eyes to

for what I said just

in front of him and gave him a

and probed, “Do you really think I would help you to carry your luggage

three times to the dead. This woman is explicitly and implicitly praying for me to have an early death. Does she really think I can‘t see

there’s no such thing. I’m just bowing three times to you to

the time being, Veronica revealed a flattering smile, but it wasn’t sincere. That‘s right. I‘m bowing three times to show my sincerity to God so that a vile, nasty and shameless

kind of relationship do we

It’s my fault, alright? You’re my real brother, and a good

I guess I’ll have to stop finding fault

to Veronica and went over to help carry her luggage.

“What is this? What are you doing?” She instinctively reached for her pocket. “Are you really going to charge me