Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 472

Conrad laughed off Zac's overbearing declaration of possession. "I'm not interested in women nor men, except...you."

He deliberately flattered Zac against his will.

Despite knowing Conrad was lying, Zac enjoyed his flattery.

Then, his big palm pinched Conrad's buttocks hard before he turned away in satisfaction. "I'm leaving."

And this time, Zac really did leave.

When Zac left the bathroom, Conrad had been leaning against the wall in the same position, even after hearing the sound of the door closing in the living room.

After an unknown amount of time, Conrad, whose eyelids were slightly drooping, slowly raised his eyes and faced the mirror on the sink across from him.

The new and clean mirror reflected his pathetic appearance; there was even a disgusting hickey on his collarbone.

The man's depressed face gradually became emotional, like a brewing storm.

Suddenly, he took a large stride towards the mirror, raised his hand, and smashed the glass mirror with a punch, only to hear the glass mirror shattering and falling to the floor. As a result, glass pieces were scattered all over the floor, and some shards fell into the sink.

Conrad seemed utterly unaffected by his bleeding right hand; it was as though he couldn't feel pain. He clenched his fists on the side as he stood upright and stiff.

Only a tiny part of the mirror was left on the wall, and that piece reflected the hickey on his collarbone, which seemed to drown him in humiliation.

His clenched fist trembled with anger as his eyes drooped slightly as he glanced at the broken fragments in the sink. Then, he picked one up and scratched it across the hickey that he could see in the mirror.

With his swift action, the sharp shard directly made a cut on his body, and red blood dripped down his chest and onto the bath towel wrapped around his waist, dying it red.

Although there was blood, he still wasn't satisfied. He held onto the shard and scratched at the hickey twice until it was in a wholly gory mess before he stopped.

Conrad didn't even flinch throughout his self-mutilation.

Smash!

His hand suddenly became weak as he lowered it slowly, and the glass shard fell to the ground. Then, he limped to the bath like a walking corpse.

Conrad stayed there for three hours; it was getting dark outside. When he came out, he sat on the bed, deep in thought, before he decided to call someone.

"Help me contact a reliable hospital and make a report..."

Veronica visited Yvonne after work, and they had dinner together before she went home.

Yet, she did not expect that there would be an uninvited guest downstairs at her apartment.

Veronica had a purse slung over her shoulders as she walked towards her apartment in high heels, only to see Sasha standing there.

Veronica didn't ignore her because she knew that Sasha was here for her.

"Are you looking for me?” Veronica asked unceremoniously as she walked toward Sasha.

Today at the western restaurant, Sasha took a beating from Adrian, and her face was still a little bruised. The skin on her elbow was also torn, so she had a Band-Aid on, looking a little haggard.

But even so, it did not ruin her stunning beauty.

Veronica couldn't help but sigh at the sight of Sasha; she was a beautiful specimen. Back when she was a man, she was so handsome that people did not dare to look for too long, fearing that one more glance would lead them to fall for her. Now that she had become a woman, she had a naturally seductive feminine aura.

"Today, at the western restaurant..."

Sasha hesitated, pursed her lips, and sighed. "Forget it; I'll get straight to the point."

Veronica remained silent and waited for Sasha to continue.