Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 167

Having been thrown into a disadvantageous position, Veronica toppled to the ground. Still holding onto the bottle of wine, she planted her free hand onto the ground and used it to gain momentum to launch a kick at Crayson's arm.

Crayson leaned back just slightly. His hand reached out to grab Veronica's other leg. Then, as he pushed her forward, he launched a sweeping kick at her.

Having lost her balance, Veronica fell to the ground in a patch of grass.

"Useless! Not even half a year and all the skills I've taught you have been thrown to the wind?" Crayson rebuked with a grave face.

"Ouch, that hurts bad." Veronica sat on the ground and regarded Crayson with a pitiful look. "I just wanted to keep that bottle of wine intact. I wouldn't have gone down so easily otherwise, okay?"

"You're still an idiot. Don't make any more excuses."

"Geez." Veronica sighed and scrambled up. She dusted off the grass burrs clinging to her and pouted.

"Fine, I was sloppy in my lessons. I'll

admit that."

Prior to leaving Cabot Town, Veronica had thought herself stronger than others. She had never seriously studied while under Cray son. After meeting Matthew though, she finally realized that there were others greater than her. She couldn't even beat Matthew with her current skills; how could she even go up against Crayson?

Seeing that she was dejected, Crayson swiped the wine bottle from Veronica's hand. "Talk. Who's been bullying this student of mine? Tell me and I'll help you to beat them up to teach them a lesson," he said as he uncorked it.

"If I start taking my lessons with you seriously, will I still be able to become strong?"

"Of course."

"Really?"

"That's a given. As long as you're willing to be my retirement plan, this isn't a problem.”

"Heh, don't worry, Master. I shall look after you until you're finally in the dirt," Veronica said as she walked over and hugged Crayson, smiling all this while.

However, Crayson simply sniffed the contents of the bottle after uncorking it. Immediately, his face split into a grin. "Haha, that's some good stuff. Veronica, bring me a few more bottles of this in the future as thanks." With that, he left with the bottle of wine. A few steps later, he stopped in his tracks and turned back.

Nice, Crayson still remembers me, at least, Veronica thought to herself.

The moment after she thought that though, Crayson pushed her away. "Quit blocking the path." He walked over to the riverbank and bent down to pick up his fish trap. Grinning, he mumbled to himself, "Wine and some nice fish. What a spread, hahaha..." Crayson headed straight to his home, wine bottle in one hand and fish trap in another. He had clearly forgotten about Veronica.