Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

As Matthew sat opposite Veronica, he studied her face. Even though a night had passed, he wasn’t used to the change in the situation.

“Why are you staring at me?” As she ate, she glanced at him and started touching her cheeks. “Is there something on my face?”

Slowly, Matthew lowered his head and looked at his phone without saying anything.

Although Veronica pouted at his lack of response, she simply continued eating. Then, she jerked her head up and stared right at him. “You… Are you planning to make a move on me?” Once again, she felt her face up. “You like Tiffany. Do you think of me as her now?” Coming to a ‘sudden understanding,’ Veronica picked up a throw pillow and covered herself with it, acting like she was guarding herself against him before feeling her body up and down. “What did you do to me last night, you b*stard? Tell me honestly-does my a*s hurt because of you?”

At that sentence, Matthew paused in his actions and looked up at her with incredulously lifted eyebrows and a scowl.

Was he someone so shameless in her eyes?

“Put down your food and get lost.”

He didn’t bother explaining himself to her; he only threw a lofty sentence in her face without hiding his anger.

“What?” Completely not expecting his response, she paused before musing to herself doubtfully, Did he really not lay a hand on me?

Veronica didn’t know whether to believe him or not.

After thinking about it for a bit and being unable to find any traces of him lying, she laughed sheepishly. “I’m only kidding. Just kidding.”

With that, she put away the pillow and was about to continue eating.

However, before she could touch the spoon again, Matthew took away her half emptied bowl.

“Huh? Hey, give me back my oatmeal!” She reached out for him but was only able to snag the hem of his shirt. “I was only joking. Don’t take it seriously.”

Stone-faced, he turned to look at her out of the corner of his eye. “Let go of me.”

“I won’t!”

“I do not wish to repeat myself.”

“... Uh... Matthew-no–dear brother, why are you treating me like this? You’re my older brother, so shouldn’t you be spoiling me? Haven’t you seen the older brothers from other families? They spoil their sisters like crazy! Why are you being so petty?”

Stubbornly, she clung to the hem of Matthew’s shirt and pleaded with him to the best of her ability.

Ever since she gained a position as his god-sister, she noticed that his behavior toward her had changed quite a bit, perhaps because he was afraid of Elizabeth or because she saved Elizabeth. At any rate, he was no longer as merciless toward her.

That was the reason Veronica was no longer as timid toward him.

It was as if she was sure he wouldn’t actually do anything to her.

Used to her unwillingness to admit defeat, but not her putting down her dignity and acting like a spoiled child in front of him, Matthew felt inexplicably pleased. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll think of you as Tiffany?” he retorted.

“No, no, no. That would never happen. What kind of woman a man like you can’t have? I have a good-looking face, but no merits apart from that. You would never be into me. Besides, if you touched a single hair on my head, I would only tell your grandmother you’re into incest!” As she spoke, she stood up and rounded him to snatch the remaining half of her oatmeal back from him.

However, before she could even turn away, Matthew wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Dressed in thin clothing as it was the middle of summer, they could feel each other’s body heat and heartbeats through their closeness.

Frowning, Veronica looked up and met his gaze. “What are you doing?”

“Incest?” He lifted an eyebrow and suddenly leaned in to murmur hoarsely into her ear, “What about before, then?”

“Huh?” She took him at his word and gave him a thumbs-up. “That’s impressive. Why don’t I know how to do that?”

“Because you’re a fool.” “You… Fine, fine, you‘re not a fool. You’re the smartest person in the world. Are you happy now?” She then scoffed, lowering her head to continue eating without realizing that Matthew was closing the magazine and tossing it aside.