Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 65

Without asking anything, Matthew simply picked up his glass of wine and downed it. However, before he could even put down his glass, Veronica had already poured herself a second glass and was tilting her head back to gulp it down.

Dark red liquid overflowed from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin to her exquisite collarbone, making her look even more sensual and sultry. As she slammed down her glass, she lifted the bottle once more to pour herself yet another glass.

Her eyes bloodshot, she looked up at Matthew with a wry grin. With a wine bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, she announced, “Another toast to you! Congratulations on... Uh...” Halfway through, Veronica paused, seemingly losing her train of thought. And then, grunted and continued, “Congratulations on your engagement to Tiffany Larson. May you have many years of happiness and as many children as you want.”

The bastard of a man, marrying the b*stard of a woman. A perfect match indeed!

Aware that she was insulting him, Matthew lifted an eyebrow but merely offered her a polite smile without saying anything. Nevertheless, as she lifted the glass to continue drinking, he reached out and snatched it away. “A 20-year-old wine collection, wasted on you just like that.”

Slam!

The moment he took the glass away, Veronica slapped the table in a rage and glowered at him. “What are you, a miser?” she shouted. “I’m only drinking two bottles! Are you so poor that you would miss them? Hmph!”

If he wouldn’t let her drink, she would finish up all of his wine. And so, after yelling at him, she grabbed the bottle and began to drink directly from it.

This time, Matthew didn’t stop her. In exasperation, he watched her polish off half of the bottle, pop another, thereafter getting ready to down it in one gulp once again.

“Enough!” His face darkened, and he tore the bottle from her hands. “You cannot drink when you had a miscarriage less than a month ago!”

The word ‘miscarriage’ made her manically smiling face stiffen, and she glared at him. “And? What are you trying to say? What’s the point in acting so pretentious? Weren’t you the one who forced the child to death? You think the Kingses are so great and illustrious that the rest of us don’t matter. Isn’t that just in your nature?”

Only after learning her true identity did Matthew understand why she had used so much medication in the hopes of miscarrying her child. Thus, when faced with her reprimand, he had no way of refuting her accusations.

Seeing that he had fallen silent, Veronica reached out to snatch the wine bottle back. “Give it to me!”

Unfortunately, before her fingertips could even graze the bottle, he leaned back and dodged her easily.

Incensed, she got up and went to take the wine bottle back, but he loosened his grip, allowing it to hit the ground and smash into a million pieces with a crash. Dark red liquid spread in all directions, staining the white floorboards.

Veronica’s expression froze. She pursed her lips and clenched her right fist, feeling so angry that she moved to shove him, wanting to know why he would treat her that way. Yet, Matthew caught hold of her fist with his bare hand.

Snarling, she swung her left arm at him, only for him to catch hold of her other hand and pull her to him. As the momentum brought her staggering forward, he lifted her right arm over her head and spun her around like they were dancing until she was forced to sit back-to-front in his lap. “Stop fussing.”