Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew) novel Chapter 454

Chapter 454 Hendrey Johnson’s Secret

Dumb? Veronica automatically ignored everything else Larry said and shot him a sharp look. “You are dumb one!” “What are you, if not dumb? I heard a lot of your old embarrassing stories from Hendrey back then.”

“Hendrey? W-What did he tell you?” Veronica couldn’t help being curious after hearing Larry say that. Stephen, who was sitting in the back seat, had his ears perked up as he eagerly tried to hear about Veronica’s past.

“Let’s see…” Larry frowned slightly as he fell into deep thought, his elbow on the car window to support his head. He suddenly burst out laughing within the next few seconds. “Ah, I remember now! Hendrey said that you and some boys from the village climbed a tree when you were in junior high school.

You then fell from the tree, and you were knocked breathless the whole day. He also said that you were catching shrimps at a pond when you fell in and… Haha! Hendrey also said that you are super dumb. You were in third grade then. It was obviously a school day, but a childhood friend of yours who was cutting class saw you on the way and lied to you that it was a holiday.

You just believed him and dumbly went home with him instead of going to school! You even stole someone’s peas while you were walking home. And when you were discovered, they chased after you for a few miles to get you. Haha!”

As he brought up the stories, Larry started imagining what it was like, and he soon burst into laughter. His voice was so contagious that Stephen and Veronica couldn’t help but laugh along. “Were you really so naughty when you were a child, Veronica?” Stephen chuckled.

She didn’t feel embarrassed when her childhood was ruthlessly uncovered. Instead, she let out a deep sigh after laughing. “Yeah. I grew up in the countryside. My school was quite far from home, so I always followed the children in the village to school. I even got tricked by my childhood friend who was playing hooky. I believed him when he said that it was a holiday. I ended up… being punished by my father.”

Veronica couldn’t help but reminisce when she thought about her past. Life when she was a child was so pure and beautiful that she still longed for it.

As she spoke of this, a thought suddenly hit her and she asked, “How does Hendrey know so much about me? I only told him about me skipping class. How did he know about things like climbing trees and catching shrimps?”

“Hendrey contacted your childhood friend Sol last year. Sol was the one who told him all this.”

“Last year?” Veronica repeated as her eyes fell, her eyebrows knitted together in concentration.

It was true that Sol Lewis was her friend from the village. He was a boy half a year younger than her, but he had been doing business in the south all these years. The two would occasionally reach out to one another.

Hence, Sol knew where she was. Sol would definitely have asked her whereabouts if Hendrey had gotten into contact with him and asked him about Veronica.

It made it seem possible that Hendrey didn’t meet her by chance at the jewelry showcase in Bloomstead last year, and that he… had come for her.

Does this mean that he still has feelings for me?

But the thing is…

Why did it take him only a while to be with Tiffany if he did like me?

He has never returned ever since Tiffany’s death.

It all seemed to sum down into one possibility—Hendrey must have liked Veronica, but upon finding out that she had gotten together with Matthew after he came back to the country, he had turned to Tiffany instead.

And finding out the things that happened to Tiffany must have been such a huge blow that he decided to return to Castron again.

Veronica clearly remembered how Hendrey had received news of Tiffany’s death shortly after he had gone to the airport. It was after that that she couldn’t reach Hendrey anymore.

There was no news from him even after she had told him about Tiffany.

Veronica unwittingly began to feel like something was wrong, but she couldn’t pinpoint what the problem was.

“Do you still meet up with Hendrey often?” she casually threw out a question.

Larry didn’t think much about it and nodded. “We contact each other frequently, but we seldom meet. The last time we met was when he went to Castron from Bloomstead. He called me to pick him up after he got off the plane. We haven’t seen each other since we split that day.”

“Oh, you and him are quite—”