The Life Of A Billionaires Wife

Chapter 16 She Slapped Matthew

Matthew grabbed her by the arm and yanked her over to a small booth within the room. All the rooms on the third floor of the Twilight Club were VIP rooms, and each room had smaller booths inside them for the “convenience” of its customers.

Slam! The door to the booth slammed shut. Veronica was then mercilessly thrown onto the bed by Matthew. Her heart thumped. “Matthew, what are you doing? There’s still the law. Try something funny and I’ll call the cops.”

She might be warning him, but Veronica still discreetly reached for her walkie-talkie. Before she could speak into it, her hand suddenly felt empty—Matthew had snatched her walkie-talkie away and hurled it to the ground. With a crash, it broke apart into bits and pieces.

Veronica became nervous at the chilly aura emanating from him. “W-W-What are you planning to do?”

The man was already pressing down on her just after she spoke. He preemptively grabbed her electric baton and tossed it aside. “Weren’t you feeling lonely? I’ll fulfill your wish.”

The next moment, she heard a ripping sound. Her thin, black security guard uniform that was made for the summer was already destroyed by his wanton ripping.

Veronica wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. This uniform… Why is the material so shoddy?

“H-Hey, Matthew… Calm down, will you?” She pointed at her own face. “Look at me. I’m so ugly; how are you going to bring yourself to do this to me? If you want to blow some steam off, I’ll call some of the escorts over so you can get your fill. You can do whatever…”

Matthew looked at her tanned face. Her eyebrows were thick and bushy, and freckles were dotted all over her skin. He couldn’t help but frown. “You’re ugly indeed.”

Personally, he had seen countless gorgeous ladies in his life. Even if one was sent his way or willingly threw herself at him, he would remain unfazed. However, at the memory of Veronica and Xavier making eyes at each other, all that came to his mind was her sighs and moans that night on the upper floors. The urge to cruelly “punish” her came to him.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m so ugly that even looking at me will just turn your stomach. I’ll just get the club’s top ladies for you then.” Veronica grinned at him as she sucked up to Matthew. She tried to get up, but then he flung the ripped material of her black uniform over her face.

then the contents of my stomach will stay

was speechless. What kind of weird logic was

Matthew, don’t do

endlessly, but unfortunately, she was no match for Matthew’s strength. Despite her skills in combat,

as she struggled and protested, he

“Matthew, you jerk, what right do you have to treat me like this… Ah… I

fruitless. All she could do was yell and curse Matthew tearfully. Yet, her “scolding” just made his hormones sing. It made him enjoy this, and even fall into the pleasure. But this elating rush

huskily into her ear, “Remember this: even a woman that I do not want is not allowed to be tainted by

then released

whipped the rags off her face to glare at him with tears in her eyes. She swung her hand through

right did that despicable man have to do

did that to her last time because

the impact. The messiness of the hair sticking to his forehead hid the chilliness nestled between his brows. Matthew’s inky black eyes narrowed slightly then, his sharp gaze fixed upon Veronica. That moment, those

his. All her bravado vanished in an instant. She licked her lips. Perhaps it was due to nervousness, but her hands kept clenching at the thin covers on the bed.

face mostly dissipated. He might be able to “do as he pleased” in Bloomstead, but

of regret bubbled up inside this cold-hearted man. The next moment though, Matthew couldn’t stop himself from grabbing Veronica’s ripped uniform and covering her face with it as he looked at her ugly visage. “So, judging from your words, what kind of compensation are you looking

ugly, why did he

to explain herself to

jerk who wasn’t picky about his targets. Yet, she couldn’t afford to provoke

can get a discount on my father’s