Her Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

“Well, that‘s what happens when you drink too much. You don‘t have a good alcohol tolerance, so don‘t drink so much in the future, okay?”

Since Veronica was staying at Matthew‘s place, she was somewhat nicer to him now.

Inclining his head, he answered, “Okay.” After going to sit down behind the desk, he asked, “Did I do anything after I got drunk?”

“Do anything?” she echoed. Recalling the kiss he had forced upon her the moment she entered the door, she said, “Don‘t tell me you forgot who helped you to your room.”

In response, he lifted a hand to rub his nose while thinking about it in apparent seriousness. “Vaguely… I remember it was… Tiffany.”

“Oh” Veronica drawled before nodding. “That‘s fine, then.”

From the look of things, Matthew had mistaken her for Tiffany.

If that was the case, he was still someone she could rely on.

For as long as Veronica could rely on him, she would, since she would be able to save up her money while guaranteeing that she slept safely every night. After all, in the coming days, the Larsons would no doubt try their best to get rid of her.

As long as she was alive, her foster parents would be just fine.

Veronica was certain that, now that she was Elizabeth‘s god–granddaughter, the Larsons would not dare to lay a hand on her foster parents.

Of course, if she died, she would not be able to guarantee her foster parents‘ safety.

That was why she fully intended to stay alive–just to spite the Larsons!

Back in the present, after closing the door of the study after her, Veronica retreated to her bedroom and played with her phone for a while before finally falling asleep at 4 AM

The next day at 7 AM, Veronica woke up.

As she left the bedroom after washing up, she smelled something delicious in the air.

It was the aroma of tasty food.

Instantly, her stomach betrayed her by grumbling.

Since she could see Matthew in the dining room, she stretched and walked over to him. “What tasty food are you eating and why didn‘t you invite me to have it with

you?”

There was only a glass of milk and sandwiches for one on the table.

Incredulous, she stared at him. “Where‘s mine?”

How dare he make food only for himself?

“Kitchen,” he answered before picking up the sandwich and elegantly eating.

Somewhat doubtfully, Veronica headed into the kitchen, whereupon she saw two hard–boiled eggs and a serving of nutty banana oatmeal.

Carrying the things out into the dining room, she sat down opposite him and asked, “Where did you get the food from? I didn‘t know anyone delivered so early.”

To her knowledge, only mom–and–pop restaurants would open so early in the morning, but the oatmeal she was eating didn‘t seem to be from such a place.

Moreover, there was no way someone like Matthew would stoop to buying such cheap food.

Shooting her a sharp, unhappy glare, he said, “If you don‘t want it, you can put it away.”

Of course, she understood his meaning, Keep your mouth shut while you‘re eating!

“I want it. Of course I want it. I‘ll shut up now.” With that, Veronica lowered her head to eat. However, she didn‘t get too far before she couldn‘t help sighing, “Ah–it‘s fantastic. It‘s so delicious. Would you like to try some?” She scooped up a spoonful and held it up to Matthew‘s mouth. “It‘s the best oatmeal I‘ve ever tasted.”

Since the table in the penthouse wasn‘t particularly large, she only had to lean forward slightly to hold out the spoon to him.

For a moment, Matthew paused in the middle of chewing his sandwich to look at her with a complicated gaze. As their eyes met, each could see that the other had something on their mind.

His pause made her exclaim as she came to her senses, “Oh–you‘re fastidious about cleanliness. You definitely won‘t use a spoon I‘ve used before.”

Deep down, she complained, Finicky, arrogant son of a b*tch!

Since it was quite a large bowlful–about half the portion of a packet of instant noodles–she groaned upon finishing it, “Ugh! I‘m so full.”