Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Beware of Conrad

“You’re finally awake.”

A sudden voice scared her.

She then turned around to see Xavier curled up due to the cold with a pillow on him.

“Why are you here, Xavier?”

Scratching her head, Veronica clearly remembered that she had a bit too much to drink yesterday at Kings Residence and was about to ask the servants to send her back when Matthew insisted on taking her home instead. So, why is Xavier with me now?

“I called you last night only to have Conrad pick up. As he didn’t know where you lived and was suddenly preoccupied, he drove my car instead, wanting me to send you back. It was only when I picked you up that I realized you had moved. So, I could only bring you to a hotel under those circumstances.”

Xavier sat up from the sofa, rubbing his neck. “My neck’s all sore after sleeping on the sofa.”

“Are you having a stiff neck?”

Feeling somewhat apologetic, Veronica got out of bed. “Should I bring you to the hospital to check it out?”

He moved his neck around and answered. “It’s fine. I can bear with it.”

Since he had put it that way, Veronica did not say anything else. “I’ll freshen up, and then we can go for breakfast.”

“Okay.” He agreed.

Going into the bathroom, Veronica stood in front of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror while sighing lightly…

I was too careless this time.

How could I have fallen asleep in Conrad’s car after getting drunk?

In the end, I didn’t even know how I managed to get here.

Thank God it was Xavier who was with me yesterday. If it had been Conrad, I wouldn’t even dare to imagine what would have happened. One could never be too careful.

I was really careless.

She scolded herself.

Xavier freshened up after she was done. At half past six, the two went down for breakfast.

Because the hotel had a breakfast buffet, Veronica insisted on eating in the hotel to save money.

They separated after breakfast.

From the start till the end, Veronica did not tell Xavier her new address.

Reaching home, she changed before going to her company.

Knock, knock, knock.

She had been busy at work until someone knocked on her door at noon.

The person who opened the door was none other than Yvonne.

With a box of desserts in her hand, she placed it happily on the office table. “Here. A treat from the little princess, me.”