Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband
Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Seeing him walking in, Yvonne, being the shrewd woman she was, greeted him. "Young Master Matthew, you're back?"

"Yeah. Matthew was as indifferent as ever. He said little as if ignoring her.

"Veronica, you can keep watching. I'll go to bed first." She headed back to the bedroom to avoid disturbing Veronica and Matthew's time alone.

Matthew unbuttoned his suit with his long fingers and put his coat on the back of the sofa. He took a seat next to Veronica, asking in a deep voice, "Why did you agree to Grandma?"

Although Matthew didn't understand why Elizabeth asked Veronica to plan his and Tiffany's wedding, Veronica could have refused, but she unexpectedly agreed.

Veronica sat cross-legged with a bag of potato chips in her hand. As she put a piece into her mouth, she glanced at him lazily and muttered, "Since Grandma has asked, what reason do I have to refuse?"

She shrugged and sighed. "If it weren't for Grandma's liking for me, you wouldn't save me from the fire, nor would you go abroad to save me, and you wouldn't risk your life to save me in the mountains either. No matter what, I'll always remember Grandma's kindness. Anyway, she just asked me to plan a wedding. Even if I had to donate a kidney to her, I wouldn't refuse."

Many said that debts between humans were the most difficult to pay off, and she owed Elizabeth a "saving grace," so Veronica had no reason to refuse.

Hearing that, Matthew suddenly recalled his past memories as though a movie was playing in his mind. His sharp eyes gradually dimmed. Did she think that everything I did was because of 'Grandma's orders'? That I only risked my life to protect her because Grandma liked her?

"I'll look for you at your company during my break tomorrow to discuss the details of the wedding with you." Veronica seemed to have moved on from everything. She was calm and indifferent.

Veronica admitted that she hated the Larson Family, but now that she couldn't avenge herself, she simply forced herself to let go of her hatred. She owed Elizabeth too much, and she wouldn't do anything at the wedding to embarrass Tiffany, for that would only make the Kings Family a laughingstock in Bloomstead. She had a

kind heart, and she knew that she had to repay Elizabeth's kindness, so naturally she wouldn't do such a despicable and shameless thing.

"I will leave the matter to Thomas."

Matthew recalled that when he was engaged to Tiffany, Veronica suddenly appeared and found out about the truth and that her child would be handed over to Tiffany to raise after birth. In order to prevent that from happening, she took a lot of medicine regardless of the risks, causing herself to miscarry and almost bleed to death. One could only imagine how much that incident had impacted Veronica, and Matthew didn't want her to suffer again.

"Ha," Veronica said softly, her cool eyes turning to Matthew. "Are you afraid that I'll do something to Tiffany at the wedding?" As she said that, she shook her head, her face full of irony and contempt. "I'm never such a despicable person." -

Saying that, she threw the bag of potato chips on the table and got up. After putting on her slippers, she headed straight for her bedroom.

Bang!

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She slammed the bedroom door loudly, cutting off Matthew's gaze from her. He was silent for a moment before he got up and went to the study to start working.

Veronica tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep, and with the addition of Yvonne, it was even more difficult to adapt.

It was past midnight, and Yvonne was already asleep. Veronica felt bored from playing on her phone, so she got up and went to the living room to watch television. She scrolled through various variety shows, but nothing piqued her interest.

Though it was past three o'clock at night, Veronica was still lying on the sofa without a trace of sleepiness. In the end, she had no choice but to go to the study. However, she didn't expect that when she opened the door, Matthew was still sitting at the desk and processing documents.

Taken aback, Veronica asked in surprise, "It's almost four o'clock. Why are you still

up?"

"Are you worried about me?" Matthew's thin lips raised into a light and gentle smile as if snow had melted off his face.

"Don't blow your own trumpet, okay? I just think you're hogging the computer and preventing me from playing games."

Playing games was the best way to destress during a sleepless night.

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Matthew looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer. It was approaching four o'clock, but she still didn't look sleepy at all. Instead, she looked as energetic as ever.

"I'm done with my work. You can come." Matthew closed the file and got up. He walked past Veronica and closed the door.

Veronica curled her lips and muttered, "Why is he so easy to talk to today?" Could it be that he knows I'm going back to my hometown, so he improved his attitude toward me? She didn't think too much about it and sat on the big chair. The leather chair was airtight, and she could almost feel the residual temperature Matthew had left.

Subsequently, she turned on the computer and logged in to her account to start playing a game.

In the living room, Matthew warmed a glass of hot milk for Veronica and put the medicine prescribed by the doctor for her into the milk, stirring it until it melted.

Then, he took the glass of milk into the study.

"Get lost! How can I level up if you invade my army? Do you even know how to play this game? Did they let an elementary schooler in?" Veronica was pressing on the keyboard intensely on one hand while moving the mouse with the other, her eyes trained on the computer intently.

"Here, drink some milk." Matthew placed the glass down on the table and glanced at the game Veronica was playing. "You like playing this a lot?"

"It's all right. Thanks." As Veronica had completely devoted herself to the game, she didn't have time to drink the milk at all.

Seeing that the milk was about to get cold, Matthew grew worried she would notice the strong smell of medicine in it. Hence, he simply picked up the glass of milk and brought it to her mouth, ordering, "Drink." There was a straw in the glass, so Veronica only needed to lower her head to drink the milk, but she was so startled when a glass of milk suddenly appeared in front of her that she stood up suddenly. "M-Matthew, what are you doing?" There must be a reason why he's being so courteous. This scumbag man bringing me milk to drink is completely unbelievable. Since when did he treat me so well? Overwhelmed by Matthew's kindness, she took off her headphones and looked at him, and then at the milk in his hand, before asking, "Did you poison the milk?"

Hearing this, Matthew's expression darkened. "Do you want to drink it or not?"

"Of course not. What if it's poisonous? What if I don't live to see the sun tomorrow?" Veronica wanted to live to see another day.

The corners of Matthew's mouth twitched slightly; he was angered by her antics. So I'm such a despicable and shameless person in her heart. He didn't explain anything but took a sip of the milk before handing it to her again. "Milk helps you to sleep. Your wound hasn't healed, so you need to rest early, but you're still playing games. I guess your wrist doesn't hurt at all."

If other girls got injured, they would cry in pain, but she only bore her wound and sat in front of the computer to play games frantically. This woman is unbelievable, he thought.

"Oh, I see. Thank you." Seeing him take a sip, Veronica realized that it shouldn't be poisoned, so she took the milk and drank it in a single gulp.

Then, she smacked her lips, frowning. "Matthew, did you put something in the milk?"