Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)
Chapter 401

Chapter 401 What Have You Done?

Veronica's mind went blank when she heard what he had said. "You mean... Uh..." By the time she regained her composure, she realized that Matthew had a sly expression. She could not help but be annoyed. "You are such a b*stard, Matthew!"

She rushed to him in a fit of anger and pointed at his face. Before she could even curse at him again, he grabbed her finger and embraced her. "Are you mad, Roni?"

Veronica's back was facing Matthew and she struggled for a while, but was unable to escape from his grasp. "B*stard, let me go!" "Wear the attire on the couch and I'll let you off the hook!" "I..." Veronica was still mad at that instant and as a result of his words, she turned beet red. Such an expression made her look like a cute, ripe peach.

She closed her eyes in embarrassment and silently cursed Larry's ancestry. Suddenly, she remembered a scene in her mind. I remembered that in high school, on the day of Larry's birthday, I bought him a birthday cake in the shape of a bikini. I even made a wish that when Larry becomes an adult, I'll give him loads of products from the brand Q. That'll help him to woo and court girls. This idiot!

Although the wish from many years ago was finally realized, the recipient was now a different person. Veronica was helpless; she had to reap what she sowed.

She did not forget that the bikini-shaped birthday cake made Larry the butt of everyone's jokes for his birthday back then. "Can I... not wear it?" She made a last-ditch attempt to struggle because she was unwilling to wear those clothes.

"Since you are being naughty, why don't I ask the few young masters standing at the entrance to teach you how to wear 'em?"

Veronica was speechless. My God, have some boundaries! She resisted with all her might.

Matthew rested his chin on her shoulder before he went close to her ear. Then, he gently blew on it before whispering, "You can refuse, but you have to bear the consequences."

The words 'bear the consequences' were slurred. Veronica felt that she was being threatened and tilted her head to look at the two-piece suit in resignation. Then, she decided to cave into the pressure. "Alright, I admit defeat!"

The main reason for her surrender stemmed from the fact that she was assigned to be Mia's assistant for tomorrow morning's show. If Matthew decided to take 'revenge' and cause Veronica to oversleep or unable to get off the bed, she could kiss her job goodbye.

He raised an eyebrow with a smile while his slim fingers played with a strand of her hair. "I can teach you so much."

Teach my *ss! Veronica silently scolded Matthew in her heart, but she took the said two-piece suit to the bathroom in the end. After hesitating for close to half an hour, she changed into the attire and emerged from the bathroom.

In the living room was the man who closed the curtains and sat on the couch with crossed legs. Such an action illustrated his domineering presence, just like a boss.

The corners of his lips lifted upward into a slight smile before he raised his hand and pointed to her bathrobe after which he asked her to throw it away.

A reddened Veronica wished that she could bury a hole in the ground to hide in.

At last, she pursed her lips and took a breath before she pointed at Matthew with a warning. "Matthew, I'm warning you to stay within your limits. Otherwise... Oh, hey! I—" Matthew did not leave her with any chance to finish her words because he stepped forward to push her onto the bed and pounced on her like a hungry wolf.

Rip. The sound of bare hands tearing the bathrobe was then heard, followed by the apparel being turned into strips of cloth and thrown onto the ground like it was a piece of trash. "Matthew, you... uh... You... Be gentle..."

It was a beautiful day with a blue sky and white clouds to complement it. The curtains were closed, which left the suite in a dim manner with remnants of their love being amplified in the air. The two of them were comfortably immersed in such an atmosphere.

It did not take long for voices to be heard with contents that would make one blush.

However, such joy was soon replaced by a plea for mercy before it died off with a sob.

"Matt, I... I can't do it anymore."

"Huh? Matt? That wasn't what you called me earlier, though."

"Ugh... Really, s-stop..."

"What did you call me?" asked the man as he did not plan on letting her off the hook.

"Honey..."

"What? I can't hear you."

"Honey; that was what I screamed. Honey."

"Louder."

"Mat-Uh... Honey. Can you let me off the hook, honey?"

The moment he heard her addressing him as 'honey', there was a sense of contentment on Matthew's face. Yet, he responded, "Women never mean what they say. So, if they ask to stop, it means to continue!"

After that, there was a series of back-to-back curses in the room.

Veronica had used all of her remaining strength to curse Matthew with colorful languages before she finally dragged his ancestors into the conversation.

It was a known fact that the man was aroused by her reaction like this.

...

Veronica did not know how much time had passed; she only felt that the b*stard, Matthew, intended to practice all of his moves on her before letting her go.

She was sprawled on the bed and was so exhausted that her eyelid felt like it weighed a ton. Then, she fell asleep in her drowsy state.

I'll just catch a wink...

The minute she opened her eyes, it was already 6:00PM the next day.

"F*ck!"

The person sleeping on the bed suddenly jumped awake and immediately sat up. Since Veronica had woken up in such an abrupt movement, her limbs were in such pain that it felt like someone had tortured her violently. This pain is indescribable.

She took a deep breath and reached out for her phone only to realize that the device was already switched off. "Sh*t! I'm f*cked! What is the time now?"

She pushed the blanket aside and rose from the bed, but her legs weakened at that moment and she collapsed onto the ground with a thud. "Ouch..." she gasped in pain.

Veronica's knees ached as she grabbed the bedside table with both hands to balance herself. While looking at the time on the phone, she growled at Matthew, "Matthew, you son of a b*tch! I'm going to return the favor!"

As soon as she opened her eyes, she knew that she would not be able to see him because he had angered her by going overboard. To save his own soul, he left in a hurry.

She swore in her heart that Matthew would not have his way with her the next time they crossed paths, but-

"What?! It's 6.39PM?!" Veronica was stunned and plugged her phone into the charger before she switched the device on.

It only took seconds for the phone to be switched on, but for her, it left like she was in purgatory.

After the device was switched on, the display screen was exactly the same as the one listed on the landline phone screen.

"I'm dead. I'm so f*cking dead."

Now that she was in Castron, her phone's navigation system had also detected her current location. Therefore, the clock had been adjusted to the local time automatically.

Her heart was originally racing because she thought that she was late. However, she no longer felt nervous because the catwalk on the T-shaped runway was in the morning whereas it was already nighttime

now!

Buzz! Buzz!

The phone vibrated continuously to notify the number of text messages coming in and when Veronica saw it, she rose from the ground and buried herself in bed. Screw it. It's already late, anyway. If Sean wants to pursue the matter, I'll let him deduct my wages.

She left her phone aside in despair before she stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. Then, she realized a serious issue. She and Matthew did the deed intermittently whereby they stopped and continued their actions until the morning. I actually slept from morning until almost seven at night? And my sleeping hours gradually increased?!