Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew) novel Chapter 902

Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 902-Matthew’s brows creased as he threw her a displeased glare before snatching the bottle back from her. He stuffed it back into his bag. “You won’t die if you stop talking.”

Eleanor had alabaster skin and prominent features. Her soulful eyes, bright red lips, and ebony hair tied up in a bun made her look both adorable and alluring at the same time.

Her beauty could be compared to that of Aphrodite.

Thus, she was confident that she could get any man she wanted.

She was indeed gorgeous, and few could withstand her wiles.

Her elusive smile, graceful manner, and bewitching gaze tugged on the heartstring of men.

However, no matter how beautiful she was, Matthew would never be attracted to her.

“I’m so tired, Master. Can’t we take a rest?”

She grumbled, “It’s been four hours since we started walking this morning. I’m hungry! Can’t we rest for a while? There’s a saying in Bloomstead, right? Something about not working your mule to the bone, or you might work them to death. Literally.”

All along, Matthew had been feeling uneasy because he was worried about Veronica, but he couldn’t resist chuckling at Eleanor’s comment.

“Does your mother know you’re a mule?” he quipped in a rare display of being in a good mood.

What mule? The saying is about a donkey. How did she turn it into a mule?

“Are you insulting me?! Hmph! My mother will cut your head off if she finds out!” Eleanor was genuinely exhausted.

She sprained her ankle earlier, but it was all better now and didn’t even hurt anymore, but she was still tired.

They’d been walking uphill the whole time, and she’d used up too much energy.

All she ate this morning was a few wild fruits, which weren’t enough to make up for the taxing journey thus far.

She grabbed Matthew by the wrist. “Let’s rest, Master. Please? Can we just rest for a while?”

His footsteps came to a halt when he felt her hand latching onto him. His expression soured at once.

He shot Eleanor a frosty glare. “Let go.”

It was just two words, but his tone was harsh and formidable. Even his gaze was enough to make Eleanor feel a little terrified.