Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)
Chapter 421

Chapter 421 Is Crayson Sick?

"Why are you concerned when they won't stop you from receiving your marriage certificate?"

"You're as worried as a toad under a harrow. Are you afraid that I'll fall in love with someone else?" Matthew pursed his lips and patted Veronica on the back of her head.

"Hey! If you really fall for someone else, say the word and I'll leave without a trace." Veronica snorted softly and appeared arrogant on her petite face.

She was so proud of herself knowing well that Matthew loved her and was fearless because of his love for her...

Matthew's smudged smile stiffened after hearing the sentence and his smile gradually converged until it vanished.

"Look... There's a car! Look out!"

For a split second, Matthew involuntarily lost his focus and wandered as he stared at Veronica.

At this precise moment, she pointed to the front and yelled in horror as the car in front came to a halt.

Regaining consciousness in the next second, Matthew instantly slammed on the brakes.

Squeak. A piercing sound rang through their ears and Veronica's body was jerked forward before the safety belt dragged her back. Her body then struck the passenger seat hard after thudding around. "What are you doing? Keep your eyes on the road while driving!" She frowned and scolded Matthew angrily.

She was furious because he drove recklessly, which caused her concern.

"Are you okay? I was just talking to you, but I was distracted." He gave an arbitrary excuse.

"Be careful. I was almost shocked to death." Veronica clutched her heart, terrified.

After the red light turned green, the car began to move slowly. Matthew looked ahead and said nothing while the atmosphere in the car fell into deafening silence.

Veronica, who was sitting in the passenger seat, cocked her head to look at her man. "Are you hiding something from me?" Intuitively, she felt that he appeared to be distracted by something, "Did Crayson say something to you?"

"Huh? No. Master Crayson didn't say much to me."

"Oh." Veronica sighed. "My master is always like that. He likes to ignore people, but he is genuinely nice and honest."

"We didn't manage to collect our marriage certificate today, so let's get it tomorrow," she said while clutching Matthew's hand as they arrived at Twilight Condominium.

"It's Saturday tomorrow."

"Huh? Then... That's fine. Let's go on Monday."

"On the ninth of May? I recall you not being fond of the number nine," he reminded.

Realizing what he meant, she responded, "Oh, yeah. I don't like the number nine, it feels unlucky. Let's go on the tenth."

Letting go of Matthew's hand, Veronica then walked over to the couch and leaned against it while looking up at the ceiling and murmuring, "I don't understand why they're not giving us their blessings." She had a sneaking suspicion that her adoptive parents despised their marriage. They clearly liked Matthew prior to this.

As he heard her words, his eyes gleamed. After that, he went and got her a cup of warm water before saying, "It's a marriage after all, so they will naturally be concerned. In the end, I was the one who failed to provide them with a sense of security."

"Hmm," she agreed with a firm nod. "You are a wealthy, attractive man who likes me. Isn't this like Cinderella? It's no surprise that my parents are skeptical."

What in the world is this fairy tale? This is clearly a fabricated story intended to cloud people with wishful thinking. How many real-life examples of Prince Charming falling in love with Cinderella will there be? "In this case, you have the upper hand." Matthew sat next to her and hugged her. His handsome face turned solemn and a glint of loneliness and gloom flashed across his eyes.

"You're a complete narcissist." Veronica laughed and set the cup down before wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm getting a little tired..."

In fact, she used to have terrible insomnia. Ever since meeting Matthew, her insomnia had been relieved and her complexion has improved noticeably.

"Come on. Rest on me." He embraced Veronica and placed her head on his lap.

"I have a show tomorrow, so can you accompany my parents?" she inquired as she curled up on his lap and clutched his hand tightly.

She had been requesting leaves for a couple of days since signing the contract with Starshine Media Agency. This made her feel sorry for Sean, who had been taking great care of her.

Once, she even went to confront him by questioning, "Mr. Ludwig, I've been requesting two to three days of leave ever since I started working. Not only are you not mad at me, you even continued to provide resources to me. Is it because I am Elizabeth's god-granddaughter?" She was irritated at the time.

With her natural strong and willful personality, she only wanted to use her own abilities to achieve her goals rather than taking advantage of her status as Elizabeth's god-granddaughter to pave her own way. Sean grinned upon hearing her words. "Yes. Because of your identity, I promised Ruka that I would let you join Starshine Media Agency. However, I later realized that you have a lot of potential, spirituality, and talent. You're born to be on the stage. The temperament and nobility you display on the runway are reflective of everything God has given you, allowing you to sparkle and be eye-catching."

Veronica fixed his gaze on him as he was speaking. She could see the light and longing in his eyes; he had high hopes for her.

Ever since then, she realized that Sean only liked her because she was a dazzling star on the stage; a girl with aura and beauty. Furthermore, the fact that she was Elizabeth's god-granddaughter made him appreciate her even more.

As a result, Veronica became more invested in her work and she was determined to not tarnish the Kingses' reputation.

The catwalk for tomorrow was also planned a week in advance. Despite the fact that it was not a big show, she could not bring the Kings Family down.

"Don't worry. I'll look after Mr. and Mrs. Murphy," Matthew assured her.

After a good night's sleep, Veronica welcomed the bright morning. She washed up and went straight to the hotel where her adoptive parents were staying. Knock, knock! The door opened.

"Good morning, Mom," Veronica greeted as she tilted her head and looked at Daniella. She continued upon entering, "Where has Dad gone? Is he out for breakfast? Matthew sent someone to make you breakfast. It should be here anytime soon."

"Your father is having a conversation with Master Crayson next door." Daniella sighed deeply as she combed Veronica's hair. "Little Roni, you're driving Master Crayson insane. He stated that he is feeling ill, so your father went over to accompany him."

Veronica pursed her lips and took the comb from Daniella's grasp. "Mom, please take a seat. I'll comb your hair."

She took Daniella's hand and led her to the couch in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, where she sat and combed her mother's hair. "I really like Matt, Mom. Why can't you just let me be happy?" "Didn't Master Crayson concur?" Daniella added while spreading her hands, "His heart wouldn't be aching from rage now had he not approved of it!"