Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 693

Veronica felt that her life had been a poorly written comedy; it was pathetic. She sat on the bed until the night dawned, devouring the room with darkness. Remaining seated, she could feel the boat swaying slightly, but she did not feel dizzy.

Creak.

A stranger opened the door and walked into the room. She was stunned momentarily to see Veronica spacing out on bed before she wheeled around and left. Then, Veronica could hear her shouting, "Destiny. Destiny, the Young Lord is awake."

Following that was the sound of footsteps. Soon, Destiny and Crayson entered the room together.

"Hey, brat. You're up." After noticing the awakened Veronica facing toward the window on the bed without moving, he knew that something was wrong with her.

Reflexively, he glanced at Destiny, who stepped forward. "Veronica, how are you feeling?"

In response, Veronica did not look back. The way Crayson addressed her alone was enough to pierce an invisible knife deeply into her heart. The throbbing pain perfused and seeped into her veins, drowning her into the tingling agony, which felt awfully deranging.

"Where's Thomas?" she inquired indifferently like an immobile machine.

Crayson's brows creased as he slowly strode to her side with his hands placed behind him. "I didn't tell you something, that outsiders are not allowed to enter the clan's territory. So, I asked someone to send him away."

It was a feeble explanation. Veronica did not move a muscle as though she was a sculpture.

After a couple of moments, she slowly turned her head and landed her cold gaze upon him. The glint in her eyes was unfamiliarly frosty.

Just one look of them made his heart race. After all, he looked after her as if she was her biological daughter, despite not running in the same blood.

"What did you add into the water?" she interrogated directly.