Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 793 Well, This Is Awkward

“Haha, I, uh…” Veronica gazed at Matthew with her back pressed against the door, and as her conscience crept up on her, she shifted her head aside, no longer daring to look at him. “What does it have to do with me?”

Goodness, this is maddening! Liam was already enough trouble as it was, and now Mateo was trying to wedge himself into the picture! I seriously have no time to deal with this sh*t.

“What does it not?” argued Matthew as he pressed his forehead against hers. His sudden closeness intimidated her so much that she forgot to breathe for a second.

At that, she shook her head like a rattle for the sake of her dear life. “You can’t possibly hold me accountable for whom they like, can you? Whom I like is you,” rejoined Veronica as she lifted her chin, gazing doe-eyed at him. The sincerity in her eyes made it impossible for anyone not to believe her.

“Really?” Matthew quirked a brow. “Is this your love confession to me?”

His inner self did a summersault of joy.

“Not really.” She shook her head without a second of hesitation.

“Why?”

“My love for you is an old piece of news that you already know about, or why do you think I’d marry you? Thereby making this a fact and not a confession,” explained Veronica solemnly, but it only made Matthew snigger in amusement. “And there’s a difference?”

There’s a fundamental

me you used to love me, and now you

trying to get her to dig

not that either. You’re now the father

is?

threw his question back

he pinched her waist with the hand wrapping around it. “So, someone lost her love for me and

locked the door, then gently

meat if they find

verge of losing my wife. What do I care anymore?!” Matthew pulled on the covers and wrapped both of them

couldn’t stop thinking about what Matthew had just said. Let them find out, then. I’m on the verge of losing my wife. What do I care

ever say, but he did, and she thought it was cute of

Kings would

she wrapped her arms around his neck

under the

were already in their

Knock, knock, knock!