Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew) novel Chapter 1072

Tears welled up in her eyes and blurred her vision in an instant.

Shirley stood there like a sculpted figure as the wind cooled her heart and swept away all her hopes, leaving her in an icy abyss with the bone-chilling cold.

So... So it turns out it was all 'well-intentioned lies.' It turns out scar-prone is completely irreparable!

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Metric Technology, President's Office.

When Matthew was presumed dead, Veronica took over the management of Metric Technology on his behalf. As a result, when she arrived at the company, no one questioned her presence excessively.

Veronica could not help but stifle a laugh as she stood outside the president's office while holding the doorknob.

She had not greeted Matthew when she arrived today as she wanted to surprise him.

Quietly pushed the door open, she stepped inside and exclaimed, "Ah..."

Before she could utter the word "wild," she saw Matthew standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with a woman tightly hugging him. "President Kings, I..."

The woman was about to say something, but a clever idea struck her when she glanced sideways and saw Veronica walking in. "I like you. I fell deeply in love with you at first sight. I know you have feelings for me too. Otherwise, we wouldn't have done 'that kind of thing,'" she said coquettishly.

Veronica raised her eyebrow, casually closed the door, and walked into the office in her high heels while carrying her handbag

Matthew heard the sound of high heels, turned around, and saw Veronica.

In that instant, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and he became inexplicably nervous.

"Get out!" He shouted angrily and pushed away the woman next to him.

The woman, who had fallen to the ground, winced in pain and sobbed with a grievance, "President Kings, you... you've turned your back on me. Last time at the hotel, you slept with me. Now that your wife is here, why are you pretending to be so righteous?"

Veronica placed her bag aside and sat on the sofa. She rested her elbows on the armrest, propped up her head and pouted. "Tsk tsk, the timing couldn't have been any better. I almost missed the show."

Matthew, dressed in a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, glanced at Veronica with his cold gaze. His handsome figure was accentuated by the white shirt, giving off an air of restrained allure. It was very eye-catching.

Especially with his ambiguous and scornful gaze, Veronica could not help but laugh for no reason.

Just as Veronica and Matthew were flirting, the woman on the floor immediately stood up and slammed a pregnancy test stick onto the table. "Veronica, I'm already carrying your husband's child. You both must take responsibility for this."

Veronica glanced at the pregnancy test, nodded, and turned to Matthew. "Seems like she's really pregnant. Matt, you better take responsibility for this."

Veronica replied with a sarcastic tone and a hint of mockery.

Matthew's face immediately turned as dark as a storm cloud. He strode towards Veronica with his long legs, grabbed her arm, and embraced her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to lightly lift her chin and bite her lips. "Is this what you mean by 'taking responsibility?'" he murmured.

The couple openly flirted, which infuriated the woman in the white dress on the ground. Her face turned red as she exclaimed, "You... you've gone too far. Matthew, you are so despicable and heartless. You slept with me and just walked away?"

Veronica raised her hand, gently rested her fair fingers on Matthew's face and softly pushed him away. "Stop it. The young lady is waiting for you to take responsibility."

The man wrapped his hands around her waist, his gaze filled with endless tenderness as he looked at Veronica. "My dear wife, what is the appropriate way to take responsibility?"

"Well…" Veronica lowered her head and glanced at his lower part. "How about cutting it off? To prevent any future troubles?" Veronica was no longer surprised as she had seen this kind of trick many times.