Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

After failing several times to leave Veronica there, Matthew finally resigned himself to holding her up.

It wasn’t until she had vomited so much she could no longer throw up that he wiped her mouth and carried her back to bed.

Since he found it hard to extinguish his anger after depositing her on the bed, he finally landed a heavy slap on her backside.

The snap rang loudly around the room.

In her sleep, Veronica sucked in a pained breath but continued to doze without any other reaction.

The truth was, Matthew had restrained himself during the slap.

However, upon hearing her pained breath, he paused for a second before pulling up the hem of her dress.

It might not have mattered if he hadn’t looked but now, he was discovering that he had left a clear, five-fingered imprint upon her fair skin.

The marks made his heart sink and after staring at them for a few seconds, he couldn’t help lifting a hand and rubbing them gently.

Only after that did he cover her back up with the blankets and leave the bedroom.

In the living room, he picked up his cell phone and gave Thomas a call. “Go and look into Veronica Murphy at once. I want to know everything about her.”

“Understood, Young Master Matthew,” Thomas answered before asking, “What do I do with Miss Spencer?”

“Whatever you wish.”

Having no interest in anyone other than Veronica, Matthew simply said so before hanging up the phone.

After sleeping for a few hours, Veronica finally woke up in the afternoon and staggered out of bed with one hand clutched to her dizzy, aching head.

Upon opening the door of the bedroom and walking out, she found Matthew seated on the couch.

Long before she got up, he had already cleaned up and tidied the living room.

Rubbing her head and clutching onto her backside, she hobbled over to the couch where he was leaning back with his legs crossed and a laptop propped in his lap. He was hard at work.

As she stared down at him, she couldn’t help asking, “Did I fall on my a*s after drinking? Why does it hurt so badly?”

Matthew’s eyes flashed and he nodded guiltily. “Mmhmm.”

“No wonder. It hurts so much.” She shuffled over to the couch opposite him and threw herself down in a lying position before studying him through squinted eyes.

Currently, he was wearing a black shirt with the collar slightly parted, exposing the muscles of his tanned chest. Even through the thin fabric, the definition of his pectorals could vaguely be seen.

Matthew’s face that was framed by fluffy hair was so well-proportioned that it was as if he had been carved with precision. He was God’s perfect specimen-utterly flawless and so handsome that it was hard not to fall for him.

It was said that men were at their most handsome when they were hard at work.

Sure enough, the saying was proving to be true.

Right now, as Veronica studied him, she only felt pleased and comfortable.

It was only a pity that such a stunning exterior hid such a black heart.

Black–hearted b*stard of a man!

“Are you done looking?” Matthew suddenly asked teasingly, lifting his eyes to sweep her a glance.

Startled, she looked away immediately. “Pfft! Don’t be so self-centered. Who’s looking at you? I’m only looking at the painting on the wall behind you,” she hedged.

Gurgle

The moment she said that, her stomach grumbled uncooperatively.

Finishing up the last bit of his work, Matthew closed his laptop and looked down at her clutching her stomach pitifully. “Are you hungry?”

Veronica hummed as she nodded rapidly, but this caused the room to spin so much that she froze.

Finally giving in to her body, Veronica scowled before shooting him an obsequious grin. “Matthew-no. Darling brother, won’t you make me some food? I’m so hungry…”

That was too disgusting.

“Oh!” Coming to an abrupt realization, Veronica exclaimed, “You’re such a good grandson!”