The Life of A Billionaire’s Wife
Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Did Veronica Drown in the Bathtub?

What surprised Matthew most was not Veronica's beautiful and delicateface, but her skill and familiarity with guns.

Once again, he was suspicious of her identity and even more curiousabout how mysterious she was.

"Pfft! Who's scared?” As Veronica lowered her head to glance at theirtightly entwined hands, she scoffed. “If you're not afraid of beingembarrassed, what would I have to be afraid of?”

With that, they fell silent for the rest of the trip

As Matthew passed through security with her and Yvonne, hewondered how Thomas had negotiated with the other party. At anyrate, Thomas only had to pass the mercenaries to them before Veronicawas allowed to leave with him.

On the other hand, Yvonne went with Thomas.

After departing, Matthew took Veronica onto the helicopter beforeflying off.

As the noise was loud in the helicopter, the two of them remainedsilent.

A few hours later, it reached Bloomstead and landed on the rooftop ofTwilight Club.

After descending the stairs, Matthew and Veronica both entered thepenthouse one after the other.

The moment they were in the penthouse, he pressed her against thewall next to the door and narrowed his eyes as he looked imperiouslydown at her. “Why didn't you come to me for help?”

After all, it was through Thomas’ investigation that Matthew found outshe went to Xavier, and not him, for help before she was kidnapped.The sudden action shocked Veronica, and she scowled unhappily. “Icouldn't remember your number, so how could I call you for help?”Truly, he is being so unreasonable.

“You couldn't remember my number, but you could rememberXavier's?” Matthew demanded.

"I—" As she met his dark eyes, something deep in his gaze startled her.Unable to stop a chuckle from leaving her mouth, she tilted her headand lifted her eyebrows. “Are... Are you jealous? Tell me honestly,Matthew Kings—do you have feelings for me?”

Of course, it was just a shot in the dark.

Nonetheless, Matthew's expression grew even more conflicted when heheard that, and he zeroed in on her face that looked so much likeTiffany's.

The thing was, he felt extremely repulsed by Tiffany every time he sawher.

Yet, why was it that every time he saw Veronica's face—which lookedexactly like Tiffany's—he gladly accepted it and even felt like looking atit for a few moments more?

Does that mean I truly have feelings for her?

“Feelings for you? You think I'd have feelings for you just because youlook like Tiffany? You're a fool if you think so!” Matthew's eyes flashedas if he had been provoked, and he turned to walk away. However, hethrew over his shoulder, “There's only one bed here. You can sleep onthe couch or in the same bed as me. I won't kick you out by virtue ofyou being a future member of the Kingses.”

Feeling incredulous, Veronica stuttered, “Y-You should be glad I'm notkicking you out!”

However, as she lowered her head to glance down at the clothes on herbody that smelled of another woman's rouge, she couldn't help feelinguncomfortable.

Thus, she asked, “Do you have any clothes for me to wear? I wish totake a shower.”

Sullenly, Matthew walked over to the cloakroom and pulled out a set ofwomen's clothing. He then walked up to her and threw it in her face.After catching the clothing, Veronica glanced down at it. It was asimple, stylish dress.

As her lips pursed, she couldn't help remembering the scene from herprevious visit to the penthouse when she had seen two women leavethe place. It was likely these clothes were prepared for those women.So, she smacked her lips. “Tsk! No wonder you like staying at theTwilight Club.”

The comment was full of insinuation.

At this moment, Matthew, who was unbuttoning his suit jacket, pausedin his actions and looked up to shoot her a lazy but somewhat coldlook.

Retracing his steps, he walked up to her and asked, “What did you say?”His gaze was so cold that it bore through her like a glacier.

Even though Veronica could sense his rage, she scoffed in response.“I'm only speaking the truth.” As she spoke, she walked around him.“I'm going to shower. I stink.”

During this period, she hadn't taken a single proper shower. It wasn'tsurprising how uncomfortable she felt especially now that she waswearing someone else's clothing.

Meanwhile, Matthew stood rooted to the spot.

Suddenly, his lips lifted into a barely perceptible smile.

Does that mean she’s jealous?

Walking over to the bar, he pulled a bottle of red wine from the coolerand poured himself a drink, which he then carried over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. With one hand in his pants pocket, he glanced out atthe Bloomstead city center, like a king overlooking his masses.

In the night, Bloomstead looked prosperous and splendid with itsglittering, multicolored neon lights.

Whereas he couldn't relax the slightest bit on a usual day, he suddenlyfelt an inexplicable, unprecedented sense of ease at this moment.

It was as if his heart was finally leaving his throat and settling back inhis chest, giving him a peace of mind and affording him theopportunity to admire Bloomstead's beautiful nightscape.

For a long time, Matthew stood in front of the window, pouring himselfanother glass of wine after finishing the first.

Without his realization, he had finished two glasses.

At that point, he lowered his head to look at his watch. An hour hadpassed.

D*mn that woman! Has she drowned in the bathtub?

Setting down his glass, he walked into the bedroom. The scene thatmet his eyes as he opened the door was one of Veronica sprawleduntidily in his bed and sleeping soundly.

Flat on her back and with her limbs outstretched, she didn't look theslightest bit as demure as a woman.

Vaguely, he could hear her even breathing. It was clear that she wassound asleep.

So, he walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and went to lie downon the other side of the bed.

Yet, the moment he did so, Veronica clung to him like a limpet,throwing a leg over him and rubbing her cheek against his, much likehe was a plush toy.

Since they were so close together, his breath tickled her face andseemed to make her feel uncomfortable, so she wriggled downwardbefore resting her head on his arm and settling into sleep once more.Quietly, Matthew studied her features, the ridges of her eyebrows, herfluttering eyelashes, and her ruby red lips underneath her small noseUp close, her skin was creamy.

Somehow, the mole on the left side of her nose made her look evenmore seductive and appealing, causing him to fall even further for her.Quietly, he lifted a hand to tousle her hair. In the past, her hair reachedher waist, but she had lost quite a bit to the fire, and now it only skatedacross her collarbone.

“Ugh—stop that...”

His motions caused her face to itch as her hair brushed her cheek.Somewhat unhappily, she smacked his hand before snuggling furtherinto him.

It seemed that, deep in her sleep, she assumed a mosquito had bittenher.

Yet, Veronica wriggled against Matthew like a misbehaved kitten,unintentionally stoking the fire in his body and causing him to feelsomewhat aroused.

These unwitting bodily reactions were something he had neverexperienced before.

Once again, Thomas’ words floated through Matthew's mind. “Do youhave feelings for Miss Murphy, Young Master Matthew?”