Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Hijack

Crayson was both a master and father figure to Veronica. Hence, it was only normal for her to be worried.

She had asked him repeatedly to move in with her parents instead of staying in his house up in the hills, but he turned her down every single time. Now that something as grievous as this had happened, she couldn’t help fretting over him even more.

“I’m warning you, Master Crayson, if you don’t wake up right now, I’ll—”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, can you just cut it out? I’m trying to sleep here!”

Just as she was grumbling under her breath, Crayson blinked his eyes slowly and woke up. When he saw Veronica sitting next to the bed, he stared at her in bewilderment. Perhaps the open-cranial surgery had left him a little disoriented because he couldn’t quite respond to her presence.

“Master Crayson, you’re awake!” Veronica exclaimed happily when she realized that he had regained consciousness. She patted the back of his hand while exclaiming, “Thank goodness. If you hadn’t regained consciousness, I would have thought you were a goner!” As she said this, her voice thickened without her realizing it.

Crayson softened and started to register his surroundings. When he felt Veronica clutching his hand, he let out a breath and glared at her pointedly. “Pull yourself together. It’s not like I’m dead or something.”

“Hey, don’t jinx it,” she countered cheerily. “You can’t die until you witness me walk down the aisle. In fact, I won’t let you die until after you’ve trained my kid how to wield a strong punch, so hold on till then, okay?”

Though she could joke, she was actually terrified. Then again, an average person would need about a day or two to regain consciousness after intracranial surgery. In any case, Crayson must be stronger than he looked if he woke up just hours after the surgery.

“You ingrate,” he bit out gruffly, snorting. “Training you was the most work I’d ever done, and I can only imagine how much worse it will be to train your kid. I’m not a babysitter, you know.”

“Well, if you’re against taking in little kids that much, then you should move in with my parents. The three of you can keep an eye on one another, and I wouldn’t have to worry all the time.”

He did not hesitate to reject her proposal. “No, I can’t do that. I’m used to living on my own, and it’d be awkward for me to live with your parents.”

As though prepared to hear this, she suggested, “Then how about you come to Bloomstead with me instead? I’m running a bridal store, and I could use a good security guard with mean skills. It’d be a shame if someone with your prowess is just hiding away in the mountains.”

She could take care of him if he agreed to go back with her; he would be by her side at all times.

“Security guard?’ Crayson’s eyes lit up. “In Bloomstead?”

Upon seeing the excited gleam in his eyes, she frowned and asked, “Have you ever been to Bloomstead, Master Crayson?”

It was during the time of Conrad’s return to Bloomstead when she had been sitting on the curb of Mudwood Street, right outside the main square, and watching the youngsters party the night away. She distinctly remembered seeing someone who looked an awful lot like Crayson among the crowd.

However, by the time she chased after him, he disappeared into an alleyway and she never saw him again.

Following that, Conrad and Matthew showed up, and she completely forgot about the incident.

Presently, Crayson’s eyes flashed when he heard her question, and he replied, “I don’t even know how to get around Collins, much less navigate the streets of Bloomstead. You might as well ask me if I could fly.”

“Pfft,” Veronica spluttered in amusement. “You have a point. I mean, you’re not entirely literate either, so you’d probably end up getting lost in Bloomstead.”

“Has Master Crayson awakened?”

Matthew walked in with a carrier bag full of take-out just as the mood in the hospital room was lightening up.