A Sweet Night: The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently novel Chapter 737

Raymond walked steadily towards her. And he was the same imposing and arrogant.

"I told you to wait in the car." Raymond's tone was indifferent as usual. But at this moment, there was also a touch of tenderness in it.

Veronica looked him up and down worriedly.

"Why did they want to meet you?"

Raymond smiled. "We used to be friends. They only came to say hi to me."

Veronica wasn't an idiot and knew that Raymond was lying and didn't want to tell her the truth.

"Is that really all?" Veronica narrowed her eyes and stared into his.

Raymond only pinched her cheek gently and said perfunctorily, "Yes. That's all."

Veronica stomped her feet with irritation. "Don't treat me like a three-year-old."

Veronica was red with anger. Her gem-like eyes were wide open and blazing with anger.

Seeing that Veronica was angry, Raymond was not in a hurry to explain. He just stood there and quietly looked at Veronica's face, trying to see how much worry there was.

Getting no reply from Raymond, Veronica raised her head and met Raymond's eyes that seemed to be able to read one's mind. Veronica's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head in panic, afraid that he would see through her.

She hid herself behind a calm voice. "Since you don't want to tell me, I'll stop asking. It's getting late. We should go back."

With that, Veronica opened the car door and got in.

Raymond's gaze followed Veronica closely. Veronica did not know what expression Raymond had on his face. Anyway, after she got in the car, Raymond followed her into the car and drove home.

After they arrived, Veronica did not speak to Raymond at all as she took things out of the car, as if to protest. And once inside the house, Veronica went straight into the kitchen to get the vegetables prepared. When doing it, Veronica deliberately made the vegetables into very tiny pieces, as if she was venting her anger.

She did not want to talk to Raymond, but it did not mean that Raymond would not come to her.

When she was halfway done with the vegetables, Veronica felt a burning gaze on her back. It was really hard not to pay attention to it.

Veronica turned around. And as expected, she saw Raymond leaning against the kitchen door frame, staring at her with unfathomable eyes.

Veronica frowned. She couldn't stand Raymond looking at her searchingly, especially in such a condescending manner. Veronica got up and decided to return to the living room.

Before she could get out of the kitchen, Veronica saw out of the corner of her eye that his hand in his trouser pocket moved. She stopped at once. As expected, the next second, Raymond's arm was in front of her and blocked her way.

Raymond tilted his head and looked at her. "You're angry?"

"I'm not!" Veronica glared at Raymond with a straight face and retorted fiercely.

"Sure. You're not angry. It's just that your nose is wrinkling like an old woman's!"

He actually told her she looked like an old woman. Veronica fought back, "I'm only twenty-two years old and very young, not like you."

"I'm twenty-five, and you are twenty-two. We are both going on thirty!"

Veronica scoffed and taunted, "Twenty-five? You are already twenty-six years old if we count the year that you were in your mom's belly. If you round it off, you are thirty years old. So stop pretending to be a twenty-year-old young man!"

Suddenly, Raymond's expression changed.

"Are you blaming me for chasing away Eric, that admirer of yours?"