Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 112

Veronica was stunned at the hug that came out of nowhere. She then began to wail as she pushed Math ew away. “Waa… Matthew, you motherless scum! Why are you doing this to me?! Don‘t you realize how miserable I‘ve been lately? What did I do in my past life to bump into you? If it weren‘t for you, I‘wouldn‘t have come across so much sh*t! Waaa… B*stard, you knew how much trouble I‘m in and you‘re still trying to scare me! I ha te you! Waa…”

Ever since Veronica met Matthew, her peaceful life had slowly turned into chaos. Thinking about the bum py roads and being at the brink of death, she could pass out from the pressure. She got even more terrifi ed when she was being over– analytical toward Matthew‘s swiftly changing emotions. Thus, when the man suddenly embraced her, she thought he was only teasing her. As her frustrations imploded, she broke down like a lost child.

As her crying was too sudden, Matthew hastily peered at her and only went up to her after a while. He gr asped her shoulder and caressed her cheek with his right hand, attempting to wipe the tears off her chee k with his thumb: “You look ugly when you cry.” She‘s so dumb, so dumb that it hurts... All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Veronica gazed at Matthew with her soaked, reddened eyes. As she whimpered, Matthew had no idea h ow to comfort her. “Who are you calling ugly?!” She was exasperated.

“Okay, okay. I‘m the ugly one.” He brushed the tears off her cheek and pushed her into his arms with his right hand. His left palm caressed the back of her he ad as it fondled her hair. “Shh… Don‘t cry anymore.” This never–before– seen tenderness and indulgence he was displaying were seemingly etched into his very soul right now.

He was devastated by her sorrowfulness. Patting her back, he comforted, “I was simply going to look for some berries for you to eat.”

Nevertheless, the woman in his arms continued to cry. She snuggled against his chest and felt the warmth within. Feeling her sense of security recovering, she slowly shut her eyes. “Let me be here for a little more, okay?”

When she was washed away by the flood, she felt absolutely hopeless, as if she had a glimpse at death. She used all of her energy to get out of the water, only to discover that her wounds were infected, and she could barely mov e with her high fever. After getting deserted by the masked man, she could only venture along the woods, barely walking as she dragged along her sick, hungry body. She even encountered a python that was te n feet long. If she was in her usual condition, she would have handled it in

seconds. Unfortunately, given her fragile body, she could only detour around it.

When she was finally far away from it, she took a rest on the tree in the middle of the nighi, only to, as lu ck would have it, be approached by a pack of wolves. As she was desperate, what were three days felt li ke a century to her, and every second was a trial of survival. After getting immensely tormented, she almost lost herself. Therefore, all she wanted now was to lie in Matthew‘s arm, seizing every trace of the comfort she could gel.

“Mhm…” He softly uttered, “For as long as you want.”

As she rested in his embrace, her terrible mood was lifted. Then, she opened her reddened eyes. “Thank yo u… brother.” Although she wanted to say his name instead of “brother,” she was touched

by how his attitude toward her changed recently. “I know you‘re only keeping me alive to make Grandma happy. But still, I‘m grateful.”

Followingly, she crawled out of his arms and blinked her eyes to shake off the teardrops hanging on her l engthy lashes, assuring, “Don‘t worry. As long as I‘m alive, I‘ll give whatever I have to keep Grandma hap py.” She then heaved a sigh before profoundly stating, “Grandma‘s lucky to have a grandson like you. Ho w nice!”

A grandson like you? For some reason, the supposed compliment sounded odd coming out from her mo uth. Upon the “praise,” Matthew‘s face that was overflowing with adoration instantaneously turned gloom y, so gloomy that mushrooms could grow on his face. The man‘s limited warmth was gradually ground away by her words. He slightly p arted his lips and replied, “Then you better fulfill your role as ‘god granddaughter, or else…”

“Or else what?” Veronica pursed her lips. “Or else I‘ll make you a walking dead, isn‘t it? Fine, fine, I get it. I‘ll treat Grandma in the best way I can. Now go get me some berries. I‘m starving. Grandma‘s heart is g onna be crushed if I starve to death.” She waved her hand and rubbed her rumbling tummy as she gazed at him. As if I haven‘t seen through your mind, scum!

Having resided in Bloomstead for months, she had garnered a certain amount of information regarding th e city, especially information pertaining to the Kings Family. She was aware of Matthew‘s seventh uncle, who was currently overseas, and his power as well as influence. Before she departed to Almeida County, she had heard news about this uncle of his returning to Bloomstead. And his existence would be the gre atest obstacle to Matthew to inherit the Kings Family‘s properties. That was the reason why Matthew wou ld do anything to come and rescue her. To him, she was merely a pawn on the chessboard to please his grandmother, which would, in return. help him secure said “properties.” In later days, he might even make her his “spy” to gather “intelligence” from his grandmother.

She wasn‘t a three–year– old, so she was determined how much of an opportunist Matthew was. To her, he would give anything to retain things or people that would benefit him. Sibling love? F*ck that!

Matthew, on the other hand, had no idea that in a span of seconds, the entire plot of a movie had played in her mind.

“Great that you know.” He glanced at Veronica with his deep eyes before walking away to swing a forcefu

In response, Veronica wiped the tears off her cheeks and let out a scoff, muttering, “I merely figured out h

Then, she turned around and caught the masked man, who was sitting by the tree, taking glimpses at her

The masked man was stunned and hastily lowered his head, continuing to consume the meat wordlessly. The less he spoke, the less significant his presence was.

Shortly after, Matthew returned with a number of pears in his hands.

At the sight of the pears, Veronica‘s eyes glistened as she was astounded. “Where did you get them from didn‘t I see any pears earlier?”