Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 100

Matthew didn't answer Veronica. He only felt that what she had said just now was full of holes, not least because the Larsons were directly related to her previous kidnapping. He wasn't interested in this matter back then, nor did he want to get to the bottom of it, but now... he really wanted to know what had happened.

After a while, Veronica got bored with sitting around, so she returned to the village chief's home and lay down in bed to sleep.

Melissa was already asleep. She was probably in a good mood; even in her sleep, she seemed very happy with a smile on her face.

Veronica didn't know how long it took before she finally fell asleep. The next day, however, she was woken up by Melissa. "What did you do with Matthew last night? I waited for you at home for such a long time, but you never came back." Sitting cross-legged in bed with her chin in her hands, she stared inquisitively at Veronica, eager to get the answer from her.

"We went to watch the moon," Veronica muttered with her eyes closed.

"What? You watched the moon with Matthew?" Melissa cried out involuntarily as bitter jealousy surged up within her.

Veronica's sleep was scared away at once by her shrill cries. Sitting up in bed, she glared angrily at Melissa, chiding, "Aren't you wasting your breath by saying that? You wanted me to help you ask him out, which I did. If I didn't make up an excuse to convince him that I really had something to talk to him about, how am I supposed to ask him out again in the future?"

"Oh, you're right. Uh, in that case... Why does he indulge your every whim? My brother and the others said he's indifferent, cruel, and merciless, but I can't help feeling that he's treating you very differently." Melissa spoke her mind right away without reservation.

"Why do you think he's nice to me? Because his grandmother likes me and because I'll be his sister in the future, that's why." Veronica prodded Melissa's forehead hard with her finger. Then, correcting the latter, she said, "Also, you're really blind.

Which eye of yours sees him indulging my every whim?"

"Ouch! It hurts..." Melissa massaged her forehead, which ached from being prodded. She muttered, "The way I see it, he's very nice to you."

"Go visit an ophthalmologist if something's wrong with your eyes!" Having gone to bed late last night, Veronica was vexed when she saw it was only about five in the morning. After throwing back her quilt, she got out of bed and walked out.

The village chief and his family were preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Veronica went over and greeted them one by one before washing up. After straightening herself up, she noticed that it was still early, so she walked out of the yard.

In an instant, what came into sight was the cloud-shrouded sky. The pond's surface was covered with mist, whereas the flowers and plants on the roadside were wet with beads of glittering dew. In the gentle breeze, dewdrops rolled down the leaves and fell into the soil. With singing birds, sweet-smelling flowers, and the wispy mist, the beautiful country scene looked just like a fairyland.

Enjoying the scenery very much, Veronica strolled around the village in slippers to experience a different early morning.

After heading all the way southward from the village chief's home, she arrived at the rice field at the southern end of the village, where an ancient millstone still existed. Just when she felt curious about it, a limping man dressed in shabby clothes with a mask on his face walked past her with the aid of a stick.

Drawn to the man's eccentric way of dressing, Veronica looked sidelong at the stooping masked man, who was also looking at her. His copper mask covered his forehead down to his mouth, revealing only a pair of eyes so that no one could tell what he really looked like.

"Good morning, mister... Aaah!"

Just when Veronica was staring at the masked man, Melissa suddenly turned up and greeted the masked man cordially, only to be taken aback the instant he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at her. The man's frosty eyes seemed imperturbable, but they gave an eerie feeling, as though he was hiding many things.

Frightened, Melissa ran to Veronica's side and tugged at her, not daring to speak for a long time. It wasn't until the stooping man hobbled out of their sight with the aid of his stick that she beat her chest with a sigh of relief. "Oh, God! I was scared to death. Why is there such a man in Dawnpol Village?"