The Life Of A Billionaires Wife

Chapter 66 Matthew Losing Control

After she finished speaking, Veronica shot Matthew a sharp, cutting look.

Still seated on the couch, he frowned tightly and looked at her intently.

An… orgy? He had no idea why she would say such a thing, but it was clear she had misunderstood him completely.

Sitting up, he scooched to the center of the couch and tapped the butt of his cigarette against the ashtray. No longer could he be bothered to stop her from drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

And so, Veronica carried a few bottles of wine over to the table and began drinking by herself.

Glass after glass she downed.

As she drank, she cursed him out. “You’re a son of a b*tch. How could I have fallen to this point if it wasn’t for you? I hate you.”

Polishing off the glass, she poured herself another. Pointing at Matthew, she hiccuped before threatening, “I’m going to drink all of your wine and I’m going to make you go broke. You’re a d*chebag, just like Tiffany. You’re shameless and despicable capitalists who will stop at nothing to achieve your goals. I hate you. I hate you…”

Even though she reeked of alcohol and had drunk so much that her entire face was red, Veronica still persisted.

With a thunderous expression, Matthew snubbed his cigarette butt out in the ashtray before standing up and taking her wine bottle away. “I’ll take you to rest.”

Even though she hadn’t told him what on earth had happened, he knew she wasn’t in a good mood.

That was why he allowed her to vent her anger.

However, it wasn’t good for her to be drinking so much so early in the morning.

“I… Hic! I don’t want to.”

Ignoring her protests, he picked her up into his arms and headed toward the bedroom.

Although Veronica was leaning against his chest, she struggled restlessly, kicking her feet and smacking him in the chest relentlessly with her hands. “Put me down, you b*stard! If you touch me again, I’ll… I’ll castrate you!”

As the word ‘castrate’ hit his ears, Matthew felt his gaze darken and he narrowed his eyes at her, emanating anger seemingly even from his pores.

strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering to argue with a drunken

all sons of b*tches… You’re no different from the Larson Family. I hate you all… I hate you…” As he deposited her on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink! A toast to you, Matthew Kings.” Closing her eyes, she mumbled, “Cheers to you being impotent for the rest of your life. Cheers to

out and her raised hand finally fell. With a flip of her body, she hugged the blanket to herself

waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the

D*mn her!

was a miracle he could tolerate

moment when he wanted to pounce on her and

heard the

glanced down at her trembling figure on the bed and listened intently, only to discover

Her sobs were soft.

corner of his

feeling was

the bed, he discovered that Veronica was crying with her eyes shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat down opposite her,

asked, his

he reached out to rub her

his shirt. “The Larsons are such bullies, Mom! The b*stard Matthew is such a

Mom?

could no longer tell who he was

he placated patiently, “Don’t

was

Thomas could see this scene, he would be so

man who never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was

can’t be good. If I am, I’ll be hurt. They’ll hurt

burrowed in his embrace, Veronica cried like she was

she finally began to fall asleep while

did Matthew let out a slow

about her sniveling all over him. Perhaps that wasn’t

he held

he

index finger landed on her mouth, and he took in the sensation of the soft, tender petals that