Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Veronica shot Yvonne a glare with frosty eyes before snatching the wine bottle back from her. “What a busybody! Can‘t I drink when I‘m in a good mood?”

“You‘re in a good mood?” Yvonne looked dumbfounded. Which part of her looks like she‘s in a good mood?

“Yeah, I‘m in a good mood. My brother is marrying his fiancée very soon, so I‘m happy. Do you wanna have a couple of drinks with me to celebrate it in advance? Oh, right, Yvonne, let me tell you this: we can ask Matthew for a huge present when he marries Tiffany! Haha…” She guffawed without restraint while holding up the wine bottle again before gulping several mouthfuls of wine, filling her stomach with liquor continuously as if she was drinking water.

Yvonne was stunned by Veronica‘s behavior. “A–Are you really happy?” Why does it seem to me that she‘s heartbroken?

“Yeah, I‘m happy. I‘m happy.” Veronica nodded vigorously while plonking the emptied bottle of red wine on the table. After giving a belch, she stood up and walked over to the bar counter. “Matthew… no, my brother‘s rich. All the wine on his bar counter is good wine, so it‘ll be a shame not to drink them. I want to drink more of them.”

Walking over to the bar counter, she looked at the bottles of good wine placed on the wine rack, looking specifically for some vintage wine to drink. Even though those wines were flavorful, they were very old, and it would be harmful to her health if she drank them without decanting them first. After finding two bottles of wine on the wine rack, she shot a glance at Yvonne and shook her head. “You‘re bad at drinking. Just go to sleep. I want to drink with him,” she said while handing a bottle of red wine to Matthew. “Come on! We‘ve got to get drunk in order to celebrate your becoming a father. But let me say this in advance: you have to give me a huge present when you get married.”

Matthew stared fixedly at Veronica. The last time she recklessly got drunk like this was the day she was rescued from abroad. Only a month had passed since then.

Knowing Matthew‘s relationship with Veronica, Yvonne couldn‘t say anything else. She only said to Matthew, “I‘m going to sleep. Just stop her from drinking too much.”

“Uh–huh,” Matthew replied.

With that, Yvonne went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Veronica held up her wine bottle and clinked it against Matthew‘s. “Come on; have a drink with me.”

“You shouldn‘t be drinking. Your wound hasn‘t healed yet.”

“It‘s no big deal. It‘s just a minor injury, after all.” Veronica darted a sidelong glance at him. “Just shut up and drink. Why talk so much nonsense while drinking?” Holding the wine bottle in her hand, she continued drinking on her own. It didn‘t take long before she finished the bottle of wine in her hand, but her little face fell when she noticed that Matthew‘s wine bottle was untouched. “Never mind if you don‘t want to drink with me. I‘ll drink with Xavier instead.” She put down her wine bottle and stood up to head outside.

However, as soon as she walked past Matthew, the man grabbed her wrist tightly. “I‘ll drink with you.” Grabbing her wrist with one hand while holding the wine bottle with another, he stared at her and gulped a big mouthful of red wine. “Sit down. I‘ll drink with you.”

“That‘s more like it.” Veronica gave a depressingly sad grin.

Matthew drank with Veronica and watched as she drank four bottles of red wine without getting drunk. At first, he thought that drinking some wine would help her fall asleep, but the tipsy woman had no intention of going to sleep at all. If she kept on drinking, she might suffer from alcohol intoxication, which would be harmful to her health. He snatched away the wine bottle in her hand, saying, “Let‘s stop drinking. I‘ll take you out for a ride.” He couldn‘t help but sigh from the bottom of his heart at the woman‘s astonishing capacity for liquor. However, no matter how well she could hold her liquor, alcohol was still harmful to her health.

Her cheeks flushed, Veronica turned to look at Matthew with narrowed eyes, asking, “Hmm? A ride? Where?”

“Just come with me.” Matthew took her hand, stood up, and headed outside.

Veronica felt somewhat dizzy, and she staggered a little while walking. However, she was very sober, so she held Matthew‘s hand tightly for fear of falling. After entering the elevator, she stood on tiptoe and wrapped her left arm around his shoulder like a buddy. “Where are we going in the middle of the night? Can I ride on the Ferris wheel? I‘ve always wanted to take a ride on the Ferris wheel ever since I was little, but I never had the opportunity. Do you think… that I‘m miserable?” Resting her head on Matthew‘s shoulder, the woman gave a smelly belch after finishing her sentence, and her breath reeked of alcohol.