Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

After she finished speaking, Veronica shot Matthew a sharp, cutting look.

Still seated on the couch, he frowned tightly and looked at her intently.

An… orgy?

He had no idea why she would say such a thing, but it was clear she had misunderstood him completely.

Sitting up, he scooched to the center of the couch and tapped the butt of his cigarette against the ashtray. No longer could he be bothered to stop her from drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

And so, Veronica carried a few bottles of wine over to the table and began drinking by herself.

Glass after glass she downed.

As she drank, she cursed him out. “You’re a son of a b*tch. How could I have fallen to this point if it wasn’t for you? I hate you.”

Polishing off the glass, she poured herself another. Pointing at Matthew, she hiccuped before threatening, “I’m going to drink all of your wine and I’m going to make you go broke. You’re a d*chebag, just like Tiffany. You’re shameless and despicable capitalists who will stop at nothing to achieve your goals. I hate you. I hate you…”

Even though she reeked of alcohol and had drunk so much that her entire face was red, Veronica still persisted.

With a thunderous expression, Matthew snubbed his cigarette butt out in the ashtray before standing up and taking her wine bottle away. “I’ll take you to rest.”

Even though she hadn’t told him what on earth had happened, he knew she wasn’t in a good mood.

That was why he allowed her to vent her anger.

However, it wasn’t good for her to be drinking so much so early in the morning.

“I... Hic! I don’t want to.”

Ignoring her protests, he picked her up into his arms and headed toward the bedroom.

Although Veronica was leaning against his chest, she struggled restlessly, kicking her feet and smacking him in the chest relentlessly with her hands. “Put me down, you b*stard! If you touch me again, I’ll… I’ll castrate you!”

As the word ‘castrate’ hit his ears, Matthew felt his gaze darken and he narrowed his eyes at her, emanating anger seemingly even from his pores.

Yet, in the end, he still strode silently into the bedroom, not bothering to argue with a drunken woman.

“Son of a b*tch! You’re all sons of b*tches… You’re no different from the Larson Family. I hate you all… I hate you…” As he deposited her on the bed, Veronica raised a hand and mimed holding a glass. “Come, another drink! A toast to you, Matthew Kings.” Closing her eyes, she mumbled, “Cheers to you being impotent for the rest of your life. Cheers to your children and your grandchildren. Ha! Your children… and… grandchildren…”

Veronica finished cursing him out and her raised hand finally fell. With a flip of her body, she hugged the blanket to herself and fell asleep with a snore.

Standing next to the bed, Matthew was furious. With one hand on his waist, he tugged at the collar of his shirt with the other, all the while glaring at the woman sleeping in bed.

D*mn her!

It was a miracle he could tolerate her yelling at him like that.

After all, there had been a moment when he wanted to pounce on her and punish her severely by showing her whether he was truly impotent or not.

Right then, he heard the sound of sobbing.

Stiffening, Matthew glanced down at her trembling figure on the bed and listened intently, only to discover that she was crying.

Her sobs were soft.

As if her sobs carried power, he could feel the softest corner of his heart clenched, suffocating him and making his chest cavity ache hollowly.

The feeling was utterly terrible.

As Matthew rounded the bed, he discovered that Veronica was crying with her eyes shut. Thus, he pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper and sat down opposite her, thereafter helping her wipe her tears away.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice extremely gentle.

As he did so, he reached out to rub her back with his other hand, comforting her.

Yet, Veronica began to sob even worse, grabbing hold of him and crying all over his shirt. “The Larsons are such bullies, Mom! The b*stard Matthew is such a bully as well…”

Mom?

“Mmph...” Somewhat unused to his nearness, she raised her hand in sleep to smack his cheek.