The Life of A Billionaire’s Wife
Chapter 67

Chapter 67 Matthew Hitting Veronica

After failing several times to leave Veronica there, Matthew finallyresigned himself to holding her up.

It wasn't until she had vomited so much she could no longer throw upthat he wiped her mouth and carried her back to bed.

Since he found it hard to extinguish his anger after depositing her onthe bed, he finally landed a heavy slap on her backside.

The snap rang loudly around the room.

In her sleep, Veronica sucked in a pained breath but continued to dozewithout any other reaction.

The truth was, Matthew had restrained himself during the slap.However, upon hearing her pained breath, he paused for a secondbefore pulling up the hem of her dress.

It might not have mattered if he hadn't looked but now, he wasdiscovering that he had left a clear, five-fingered imprint upon her fairskin.

The marks made his heart sink and after staring at them for a fewseconds, he couldn't help lifting a hand and rubbing them gently.

Only after that did he cover her back up with the blankets and leave thebedroom.

In the living room, he picked up his cell phone and gave Thomas a call.“Go and look into Veronica Murphy at once. I want to know everythingabout her.”

“Understood, Young Master Matthew,” Thomas answered before asking,“What do I do with Miss Spencer?”

“Whatever you wish.”

Having no interest in anyone other than Veronica, Matthew simply saidso before hanging up the phone.

After sleeping for a few hours, Veronica finally woke up in the afternoonand staggered out of bed with one hand clutched to her dizzy, achinghead.

Upon opening the door of the bedroom and walking out, she foundMatthew seated on the couch.

Long before she got up, he had already cleaned up and tidied the livingroom.

Rubbing her head and clutching onto her backside, she hobbled overto the couch where he was leaning back with his legs crossed and alaptop propped in his lap. He was hard at work.

As she stared down at him, she couldn't help asking, “Did I fall on mya*s after drinking? Why does it hurt so badly?”

Matthew's eyes flashed and he nodded guiltily. “Mmhmm."

“No wonder. It hurts so much.” She shuffled over to the couch oppositehim and threw herself down in a lying position before studying himthrough squinted eyes.

Currently, he was wearing a black shirt with the collar slightly parted,exposing the muscles of his tanned chest. Even through the thin fabric,the definition of his pectorals could vaguely be seen.

Matthew's face that was framed by fluffy hair was so well-proportionedthat it was as if he had been carved with precision. He was God'sperfect specimen—utterly flawless and so handsome that it was hardnot to fall for him.

It was said that men were at their most handsome when they were hardat work.

Sure enough, the saying was proving to be true.

Right now, as Veronica studied him, she only felt pleased andcomfortable.

It was only a pity that such a stunning exterior hid such a black heart.Black-hearted b*stard of a man!

“Are you done looking?” Matthew suddenly asked teasingly, lifting hiseyes to sweep her a glance.

Startled, she looked away immediately. “Pfft! Don't be so self-centered.Who's looking at you? I'm only looking at the painting on the wallbehind you,” she hedged.

Gurgle—

The moment she said that, her stomach grumbled uncooperatively.Finishing up the last bit of his work, Matthew closed his laptop andlooked down at her clutching her stomach pitifully. “Are you hungry?”Veronica hummed as she nodded rapidly, but this caused the room tospin so much that she froze.

“Do you want to eat?”

"Yes."

“Beg me, then. You never know; I might consider making yousomething to eat.”

“You—"

However, her stomach grumbled once again before she could say“wish’.

Finally giving in to her body, Veronica scowled before shooting him anobsequious grin. “Matthew—no. Darling brother, won't you make mesome food? I'm so hungry...”

That was too disgusting.

The wheedling in her voice almost caused Veronica herself to throw up.Nonetheless, she would do anything for food.

On the other hand, Matthew was used to her stubborn temperamentafter having known her for so long, but had never seen her acting so...spoiled around him

Smugly, he raised his eyebrows and smiled before inclining his head.“What do you want?”

“My stomach is in a mess. I'd like some oatmeal. Later on, I'd like to visityour grandmother to thank her for sending you across the continent torescue me.”

Naively, Veronica had assumed that Matthew showed up in time torescue her during both the fire and the kidnapping due to Elizabeth'sinstructions.

Instantly, the smile on his lips vanished. Shooting her a cold glance, hegot up and went toward the kitchen. Before he left, he didn't forget toadd, "You're her god-granddaughter. I only saved you because I wantedher to be happy. You don't have to worry her now by thanking her.”“Does that mean she doesn't know what happened to me?” Veronicawas somewhat surprised.

Pausing in his steps, Mathew turned his head back slightly and said,“She can't take any more excitement.”

His implication was that he had gone to save Veronica the moment hefound out she was kidnapped because he didn't want to add toElizabeth's worries, since the latter couldn't take any more excitementdue to her intracerebral hemorrhage. Thus, there was no need forVeronica to let Elizabeth know now.

“Oh!” Coming to an abrupt realization, Veronica exclaimed, “You're sucha good grandson!”

It was clearly a compliment and yet, it sounded like she was mockinghim, but he couldn't replace any proof of it.

Fed up, he entered the kitchen and emerged not long later with a bowlof oatmeal. Putting it down in front of her, he told her, “Get up and eat,then.”

“That was so quick.” She was even more astonished now.

After all, it hadn't taken more than two minutes for him to enter thekitchen and come back out again. That meant that the oatmeal hadbeen prepared long ago.

"Did you make this?” Veronica asked incredulously, not having expectedthat Matthew could cook.

“Are you going to eat it or not?” His voice was somewhat cold.

"Yes, I am. I'm starving, so of course I'm going to eat it.”

Holding onto the bow! of warm oatmeal, Veronica scooped up aspoonful, thereafter blowing on it and eating it.

Though the nutty banana oatmeal looked quite good, she hadn'texpected that its rich taste would explode on her tongue the momentshe bit into it. It was truly delicious.

“Who made this? Why is it so delicious?”

Initially, she thought that Matthew had made it, but its taste andtemperature alone could convince her that it came from somewhereelse.

Without answering, he walked up to the bar and pulled out a box ofmedicine. Tossing it to her, he muttered, “Take your meds.”

“Meds? What meds? I'm not sick,” Veronica grumbled as she picked upthe box and read it. It was medicine for the stomach.

Only then did she realize Matthew must have worried that her stomachwould get upset because of how much alcohol she drank the previousnight.

Bursting into laughter against her better judgment, she said, “There'sno need. I have a great alcohol tolerance. You didn’t see me throw uponce after drinking three or four bottles of wine, so I evidently don'tneed any medicine.”

How confident of her to say that!

As the image of her fouling up his bathroom with her vomit a short fewhours ago floated through his mind, Matthew felt the sudden urge tostrangle this woman to death.

In the end, however, he didn't argue with her.