Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie) novel Chapter 643

Matthew wasn't angry. "How's it going?"

Valerie said, "The baby is being good. Knowing I'm uncomfortable, he's already fallen asleep."

Matthew nodded, relieved.

As Valerie's pregnancy advanced, with the due date next month, she had been particularly busy lately, which made him worry.

Valerie leaned in to kiss him. "Matthew, you're the best dad I've ever seen!"

Matthew immediately smiled. "Of course. If not me, then who? This is all my love for you!"

Valerie gave him a thumbs-up. "I absolutely believe that."

No one cared for her and the baby like Matthew did. He had replaced all the bedding at home and even installed voice-controlled lights along the baseboards to prevent her from stumbling in the dark during nighttime trips.

Matthew attended to every detail personally.

That night, Valerie slept soundly. Charles was indeed efficient; by the next day, he had obtained Danny's address.

Upon hearing the news, Valerie was thrilled and hurried to go out, but Matthew stopped her. "What's the rush? I'm going with you!"

Valerie was surprised. "Aren't you going to the office?"

"I'm not working today. I'll personally accompany you to find Mr. Morse. Will you let me have the first glass of the wine he makes?"

Valerie laughed at his words. "Sure, no problem!"

Valerie got in the car with Matthew, and after more than an hour of winding roads, they finally reached the foot of the mountain. Seeing the place, Valerie was stunned.

"Mr. Morse lives here?"

Matthew explained, "There's a church halfway up the mountain that's available for rent. Mr. Morse rented this place for rest and recuperation. The place is spacious and the environment is decent."

Valerie understood. Fortunately, the road went all the way up. As they arrived and parked, they heard a stern shout from the entrance, "Get out of here!

"I've already told you. Mr. Morse doesn't see visitors and doesn't leave the mountain! Hurry up and go!"

A group of people was shoved out by a middle-aged man. Seeing his stern demeanor, they were infuriated.

"You old man, our boss offered a 400-thousand-dollar annual salary, and you still refuse? Do you know what you can do with the money in Kranson City?

"Tell Mr. Morse to reconsider. We're just trying to help him. It's really shabby living in this godforsaken place!

"Just a few years, and he'll have everything he wants, villas and beautiful women!"

The middle-aged man was enraged. "Mr. Morse is dedicated to winemaking. You know nothing about wine and just try to buy people with money. Vulgar!"