Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 117

However, Veronica wasn't a peaceful sleeper; she kept rolling on the bed as she slept, and she ended up squashing her injured arm.

"Ow... that hurts..." she mumbled, before rolling over again.

Matthew couldn't exactly stomach this anymore. Worried that she would roll onto her injured arm again, he got up and lay next to her, pulling her into his arms. He carefully took care of her to prevent her from hurting herself again.

The familiar smell put Veronica at ease as she lay in his arms, and she rubbed herself against his chest. Her injured arm wrapped itself around Matthew's waist, one of her legs coming to rest on his own legs as well. She fell asleep peacefully then.

Veronica's sleep might be peaceful now, but Matthew wasn't in a comfortable position. In order to prevent himself from pressing down on her injured arm, he kept his left arm behind himself as he lay motionlessly next to her. It wasn't until her fever broke at

six in the wee hours of the morning that Matthew finally got up, his body already numb from being stuck in one position. He worked the stiffness out of his body so that he wouldn't feel as numb as before.

A few minutes later, Veronica woke up. "Why are you up so early?" She sat up weakly in bed, her eyes locked on Matthew as he paced the room. "Don't you need to sleep too?"

"Did I wake you?" Matthew's voice was soft. The harshness from yesterday was absent.

Veronica shook her head. "No. I pretty much wake up at half past six every day."

"How do you feel now? Feeling any better?" Matthew walked over to her and pressed a hand to her forehead. His heart only slipped back down his throat when he realized that her fever had abated.

"I had a fever last night?"

"Just a low one."

"Oh," Veronica replied. She looked at him with a complicated gaze. "Matthew?"

"Yes?" Matthew gently answered her as he sat on the chair next to her bed. His typically frigid expression was like the arrival of spring, soft and warm after the snow had melted.

"Even though you're being nice to me because of Grandma, I still want to thank n

you.

It didn't matter whether Matthew was using her or if his concern was fake; he did save her, and he did take care of her. Veronica was thankful for that, and she naturally didn't dislike him as much as she did before. At the very least, she considered the debt incurred from this f*ckboy sleeping with her cleared. As long as he didn't touch her again, she could forget about this part of the past.

It would have been better if she hadn't said that, for her words sounded extremely harsh to Matthew. But in the end, he didn't have the heart to quibble with her on that. "What do you want to eat?"

"After lying in bed for an entire night, I want to go downstairs for a walk with you." "No. The doctors already said that you have to rest." "Okay. Then, buy me some porridge. The one from yesterday."

"You're fond of porridge."

"You got that right. Porridge is my favorite. I'm not exactly fond of noodles, like in chicken noodle soup." Veronica smiled, but she ended up looking frail due to the paleness of her face, like a wind would blow her over at any moment. It made Matthew's heart ache.

"I'll make some for you when we get back."

"Hahaha, that's great. The only thing you know how to make is porridge, and I love porridge. It's absolutely perfect," Veronica murmured. Suddenly, she shook her head. "Never mind, the porridge you make is too expensive. It's like, three hundred for a serving. Just forget about it."

For Pete's sake, running around the whole day delivering food would net me only three hundred bucks. And a breakfast from Matthew will run me three hundred bucks. I sure as hell don't have the money for that!

"If you behave well, I can consider waiving the fee."

"Really?"

"Yes."