Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 111

Despite that, he never took it. Thus, the man still deserved his credit for his honor and kindness, which was why she couldn't leave him be. Frustrated, she walked back to Matthew’s side. Due to her anger, her pale face visibly reddened, and because of that, she appeared rather charming.

Having witnessed what happened, Matthew softly quizzed, "Why help him if you're that mad?" Few moments ago when the masked man appeared, Matthew wanted to eliminate him right away, but Veronica's words and gestures reflected that she was an insightful woman. Besides, he shouldn't be meddling in any of her personal affairs, unless it was an issue she couldn't resolve, that was. That was the basic respect he had for her.

"Hmph. He... Forget it. I'm hungry, and I'll just be wasting my life away talking to him anyway." As she was venting, she snatched the meat skewer in Matthew's hand and impatiently took a bite, only for her lips to be burned by the scorching hot food. "Ah, it's still hot! Damn it all!" With problems stacking on top of each other, she couldn't help but feel irritated. For some reason, her annoyed look made her seem like the whiny little girl next door, and Matthew was entertained by it.

Thereupon, the man grabbed the meat skewer in her hand and cut it into bites with his dagger before picking a piece up with the tip of the dagger. He then blew the heat off and placed it before her mouth. "Here."

Famished, Veronica thoughtlessly nommed it down, and instantly, her face froze. She turned to Matthew with a frown. "It tastes... so bad..." Without salt, it was supposed to taste bland, but the meat was awful!

"Bad?" Baffled, Matthew had a taste for himself, to which he, too, revealed a glower. The meat was dry and carried a strong taste of burntness along with the bloody flesh underneath. The skin was burned but the flesh was thoroughly uncooked. In that instant, awkwardness surged on his handsome face.

"Do you perhaps only know how to cook porridge, Matthew?" She recalled the time when they shared a room, including the second day spent uphill, where Matthew would only prepare porridge for meals and nothing else apart from that. Now that she thought about it, he seemed to have cooked nothing else.

With the truth laid out in the open, Matthew turned away with a sharp gaze. "It's up to you, then." His silence, to Veronica, was an implicit acknowledgment of the fact that he knew nothing of culinary except for preparing porridges.

"You know what... To be fair, it's already a merit for a busy man like you to know how to cook porridge. Mhm, a merit, indeed." After throwing out those highly perfunctory words, she noiselessly grabbed the meat in his hand and started chewing. Regardless of the rawness of the meat, she could only bear the burnt odor on top of the fleshy stink in order to fill her stomach. She proceeded to take a few more bites. No matter how hungry she was, she had to admit it. It's so f*eking bad! I swear even poison doesn't taste this bad!

"Blargh!" Her forceful attempt to take in the meat only ended up in belches.

With that, Matthew's face instantly stiffened, though he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Don't force yourself if it's that bad." He took the meat away from her hands and handed her his gun. "Take this. I'll go look for something." Having said that, he shot the masked man a warning leer before turning around and leaving.

"Hey, where are you going?" Seeing as Matthew was about to leave, Veronica suddenly felt her insecurities arise all over again, but she failed to notice how dependent she was toward Matthew.