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

telling me you used to love me,

couldn’t help thinking Matthew was trying to get her to dig herself into a hole with

You’re now the father of my twins, which

there is? Family

a difference?” Veronica threw his question back

it. “So, someone lost her love for

door, then gently put her down on the

Quit it. They’re all here. We’re dead meat if they find out.” Veronica

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

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

wouldn’t be something he would ever say, but he did,

Kings

on, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned

under the covers, and their breathing

already in

Knock, knock, knock!