Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 322

D*mn, what could he do?

His woman deserved to be pampered.

"Apply some ointment?"

Veronica's gaze was drawn to the bottle of ointment in his hand as she felt embarrassed and remorseful. She smiled shyly and blinked her eyes before saying, "Uh... I'm sorry. I'm just being too defensive. Are you alright? I kicked... Where did I kick you?"

She was concerned. Where did she kick him?

"My... stomach," Matthew licked his lips and swallowed his rage.

He lied. How could he tell her that she had kicked him in the face?

Of course, he couldn't tell her that.

"I'm sorry."

She subconsciously wanted to get up to help Matthew, but she felt chilly when she was about to stand up. She had just realized that she wasn't dressed, so all she could do was sit on the bed. As if pleading for mercy, she stared at him with innocent eyes.

Then, he stood up and approached

her, saying, "Lie down!"

"It's fine. I'll do it."

She snatched the ointment from his grasp, hid beneath the covers, and smeared some of it on herself.

Leaning against the headboard of the bed, she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, exposing only her head.

"Aren't you leaving? Won't you be late for work?" Veronica asked.

"It doesn't matter."

Matthew, who was dressed neatly, appeared irritable as he unbuttoned his suit and flapped the back vents with both hands. He then put his hands in his pockets and stared at her coldly.

His dark gaze was comparable to the darkness of the night and seemed to speak a thousand words.

However, Veronica couldn’t read his mind.

All of a sudden, she noticed his handsome face had turned a little red. "Why is your right cheek so red? Are you having allergies?" she inquired.

Matthew remained deafeningly silent. He didn't want to admit it was the mark she left on his right cheek when she kicked him, but his red cheek was evidence of her great power.

"Yeah, allergies," he responded quickly, not wanting to explain anything.

"Come on, let me take a look at your allergy."

She reached out and grabbed the corner of his suit, forcing him to approach her. With her slender pale arm, she grabbed his tie, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into his face, staring at his right cheek.

"That's strange. Why do you only have allergies on the right side of your face?" she murmured.

Matthew suppressed his rage and slowly lowered his gaze to avoid staring at Veronica's face.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself from settling the score with her.

As he lowered his gaze, he was surprised to see that the quilt covering Veronica had slipped down to her waist at some point, exposing her busty chest.

Immediately, he experienced a head rush. He frowned as he approached her ear, saying solemnly, "Is it because of my lack of stamina that you're teasing me again?"

"Huh?"

She was surprised for a moment before pushing Matthew away, only to discover later that the quilt that had been covering her body had slipped down to her waist, exposing her naked body.

She embarrassedly tugged at the quilt and hid under the covers, revealing her cute little head. "You pervert! You can choose not to look!" "Okay, I'll pay attention next time." "Since you're awake, wear your clothes and I'll take you down the mountain," Matthew said, motioning to a set of clothes on the bedside.

"Oh, okay," Veronica responded with a nod, her beautiful eyes fixed on him.

"I told you to change your clothes, but why are you staring at me?"

D*mn it. Why did she always have to tease him? It was making him explode.