Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew) novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417 Matthew’s Proposal

During the three months where Veronica was recovering from her broken arm, Matthew looked after her and took very good care of her round the clock. The only time he did not take care of her was when she was working at the company. That said, she had also fully experienced just how strong Matthew was—physically.

One simply had to acknowledge the differences in strength when things boiled down to it, which was why Veronica could only surrender to Matthew in the bedroom. It was the wisest strategy on her part and the best thing for the both of them.

Seeing that she was on the verge of surrendering, Matthew smiled and flicked the tip of her nose lovingly, then said indulgently, “I can carry you to the bath—”

“O-Oh, no, it’s fine. I can bathe myself!” she answered and quickly pushed him aside, then dashed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

She had already witnessed his stamina first-hand and she was not about to take any chances by agreeing to bathe with him. If she did, they would never leave the house and get the marriage certificate.

They each put on a change of clothes after they showered, but at that moment, Veronica’s stomach rumbled loudly. She turned to look up at Matthew in mute despair and said, “I’m hungry…”

He hummed in response. “Let’s have a late lunch, then,” he suggested while wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her into the waiting elevator.

“Maybe we should go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first. They might be getting off work by the time we’re done eating,” she pointed out worriedly as she took out her phone and checked the time on the screen. It was already 3.50PM.

“We can always grab a quick bite on the way. It won’t take up much time,” Matthew said as he ruffled her hair affectionately. He took her hand and led her out of the elevator when the doors opened. They were both using masks so that the ever-famous Matthew would not draw attention to himself or be noticed by anyone on the street.

He drove to One Piece Restaurant where they had a quick lunch before they made their way over to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Along the way, Veronica was scrolling through her phone when she said, “Hey, it’s the twenty-seventh of April today. I think it’s a pretty good day for us to get our certificate, don’t you think?”

“I think every day with you is a pretty good day,” he replied softly as he cast her a meaningful sidelong glance.

She clicked her tongue. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest?”

“No, I think you are. I mean, I know exactly how sweet you taste, after all,” he teased while raising a brow at her as a smile curled on his lips.

“You—” She was just about to say something about his devilish behavior when she noticed that the car was rolling to a stop. “Hey, why did you pull up here?”

He unfastened his seatbelt and opened the door on his side. “Wait for me in the car,” he said.

“Oh, okay.” She thought he needed to use the washroom or something.

She stayed seated in the car for about five minutes after which Matthew returned. “Where did you go?” she asked.

He closed the door and turned to look at her solemnly. “Close your eyes.”

“Huh?” Veronica frowned, not at all comprehending why he wanted her to close her eyes, but she did as she was told anyway.

At that moment, she felt him clasp her hand and before she knew it, something cold slid around her ring finger.

She opened her eyes at once and saw that there was a pink diamond ring on her finger. The diamond resembled some kind of a rose, but it was subtle and complemented the delicate and simple band. She admired it for a few seconds before she looked up at Matthew and asked curiously, “Why did you pick a rose?”

He shook his head as if he was surprised that she did not figure it out. “Your name has a ‘rose’ in it, remember? So, I had the designer come up with a briar rose-inspired diamond ring.”

“But why did you choose pink?” She gazed at the ring and muttered, “It’s pretty, but don’t you think it’s a little girly for me?”

“Silly thing,” he mused good-naturedly as he reached out to prod her temple. “Don’t you know what a briar rose stands for?”

“No,” she said honestly with a pout as her curiosity piqued. “I didn’t think you’d be an expert at things like these. It’s usually women who read into the meaning behind certain flowers and gemstones.”