The Life Of A Billionaires Wife

Chapter 63 Did Veronica Drown in the Bathtub?

What surprised Matthew most was not Veronica’s beautiful and delicate face, but her skill and familiarity with guns.

Once again, he was suspicious of her identity and even more curious about how mysterious she was.

“Pfft! Who’s scared?” As Veronica lowered her head to glance at their tightly entwined hands, she scoffed. “If you’re not afraid of being embarrassed, what would I have to be afraid of?”

With that, they fell silent for the rest of the trip.

As Matthew passed through security with her and Yvonne, he wondered how Thomas had negotiated with the other party. At any rate, Thomas only had to pass the mercenaries to them before Veronica was allowed to leave with him.

On the other hand, Yvonne went with Thomas.

After departing, Matthew took Veronica onto the helicopter before flying off.

As the noise was loud in the helicopter, the two of them remained silent.

A few hours later, it reached Bloomstead and landed on the rooftop of Twilight Club.

After descending the stairs, Matthew and Veronica both entered the penthouse one after the other.

The moment they were in the penthouse, he pressed her against the wall next to the door and narrowed his eyes as he looked imperiously down at her. “Why didn’t you come to me for help?”

After all, it was through Thomas’ investigation that Matthew found out she went to Xavier, and not him, for help before she was kidnapped.

The sudden action shocked Veronica, and she scowled unhappily. “I couldn’t remember your number, so how could I call you for help?”

Truly, he is being so unreasonable.

“You couldn’t remember my number, but you could remember Xavier’s?” Matthew demanded.

she met his dark eyes, something deep in his gaze startled her. Unable to stop a chuckle from leaving her mouth, she tilted her head and lifted her

it was just a shot

heard that, and he zeroed in on her face

felt extremely repulsed by Tiffany every

like Tiffany’s—he gladly accepted it and even felt like looking at it

mean I truly

if he had been provoked, and he turned to walk away. However, he threw over his shoulder, “There’s only one bed here. You can sleep on the couch or in the same bed as me. I won’t kick you out by virtue

“Y-You should be glad I’m not

clothes on her body that

any clothes for me to wear? I wish to

the cloakroom and pulled out a set of women’s clothing.

down at it. It

help remembering the scene from her previous visit to the penthouse when she had seen

lips. “Tsk! No wonder you like staying

comment was full of

was unbuttoning his suit jacket, paused in his actions and looked up to shoot her a lazy but

up to

that it bore through

rage, she scoffed in response. “I’m only speaking the truth.” As she spoke, she walked around him. “I’m going to shower. I

wasn’t surprising how uncomfortable

rooted

his lips lifted into a

that mean she’s

pulled a bottle of red wine from the cooler and poured himself a drink, which he then carried over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. With one hand in his pants pocket, he glanced out at the Bloomstead

night, Bloomstead looked prosperous and splendid with

slightest bit on a usual day, he suddenly felt an

throat and settling back in his chest, giving

a long time, Matthew stood in front of the window, pouring himself another glass of wine