Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 138

"No." Matthew took the glass directly from her hand, turned, and left the study.

He returned to his bedroom to take a shower and prepare to rest, but he was still a little worried that that stupid woman, Veronica, would fall asleep in the study.

Sure enough, when he appeared at the door of the study in his pajamas, Veronica was sprawled on the table, sound asleep.

Matthew walked up to her, intending to take her back to her bedroom. However, in the end, he chose not to do so, and went to get a blanket and covered her instead. It was getting cold, and it was easy to catch a cold if she didn't cover up when she slept.

Veronica was deep asleep and the game was still open on the computer. However, although she fell asleep on the table with her headphones on, the noise did not wake her up at all.

Matthew turned off the computer and helped her lean on the chair. He pressed a button, and the chair was tilted 45 degrees backward into the perfect sleeping position.

Although sleeping here wasn't very comfortable, Matthew knew that after she left Bloomstead, no one would be around to take care of her every day, so she still had to adapt to some things by herself.

As he gazed at the sleeping woman, he noticed that she seemed to be troubled.

Her brows remained furrowed with worry even as she slept. Matthew squatted in front of her and stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, gently smoothing her eyebrows. After a while, he got up and left the study after turning off the light.

The next day, Veronica woke up in the study. As she walked toward the living room, she smelled a familiar aroma. Her eyes lit up, and she walked to the kitchen. Sure enough, Matthew was making porridge. "Morning. What kind of porridge did you make today?"

The handsome man was wearing a black shirt, he was radiant with a big back, and he was surrounded by a plaid apron in front of him. Nothing seemed out of place, and he looked very grounded.

"Shrimp porridge." Matthew spoke to her a little more gently.

"It smells good, but..." Veronica touched her nose and smiled. "Why do you only cook porridge and not anything else?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Oh, if you don't know how to, just say so. You don't have to say you don't want to." Veronica curled her lips and grinned at him. "I'm going to brush my teeth."

"Go ahead." He responded, and saw Veronica hopping out of the kitchen and returning to the bedroom.

As she was young and at the age to be energetic, she should be as lively as this, living life without a care in the world.

Ten minutes later, Yvonne and Veronica sat in the dining room, waiting for their breakfast.

Matthew carried two servings of porridge on a tray and walked over and put them on the table, one in front of Veronica and the other in front of him.

Veronica was taken aback. She raised her gaze to him and asked, "Where's Yvonne's?" "I only made two servings." Matthew didn't even look at Yvonne, as if she didn't exist.

Yvonne was a little embarrassed by this situation. She shook her head. "It's okay. You guys enjoy yourselves. I'll just go out and buy some breakfast."

"All right."

"Why are you buying food when we have food at home? How wasteful."

As soon as Matthew finished speaking, Veronica ignored him and said to Yvonne, pushing his breakfast in front of Yvonne, "Give it a try. It's delicious."

"Uh... I-It's alright." Yvonne waved her hand repeatedly. "This is Young Master Matthew's food. How can I eat it?"

"Miss Spencer, haven't you found a place to stay yet?" Matthew sat opposite them, his eyes baring into Yvonne as he questioned.