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.

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

on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink! A toast to

her raised hand finally fell. With a flip of her body,

on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his

D*mn her!

he could tolerate her yelling

moment when he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely by

then, he heard the

figure on the bed and listened intently, only to discover that

Her sobs were soft.

her sobs carried power, he could feel the softest corner of his heart clenched, suffocating him and

was

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

matter?” he asked, his voice extremely

to rub her back with his other hand, comforting

grabbing hold of him and crying all over his shirt.

Mom?

longer tell who he was because

so, he placated patiently, “Don’t cry. There’s a

was unprecedentedly

be so shocked that his jaw

always been a cold man who never treated any woman tenderly. Yet, Matthew was now treating Veronica with the utmost

be good. If I am, I’ll be hurt. They’ll hurt

her head burrowed in his embrace, Veronica cried

began to fall

finally quieted did Matthew let out

from beginning to end, he hadn’t complained about her sniveling all over him. Perhaps that wasn’t what

long time, he held

he held her, he played with her hair, running his slender fingers through her fine strands. As he studied

his index finger landed on her mouth, and he took in the sensation of the soft,