Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Nevertheless, the woman in his arms continued to cry. She snuggled against his chest and felt the

warmth within. Feeling her sense of security recovering, she slowly shut her eyes. “Let me be here for a

little more, okay?”

When she was washed away by the flood, she felt absolutely hopeless, as if she had a glimpse at death.

She used all of her energy to get out of the water, only to discover that her wounds were infected, and

she could barely move with her high fever. After getting deserted by the masked man, she could only

venture along the woods, barely walking as she dragged along her sick, hungry body. She even

encountered a python that was ten feet long. If she was in her usual condition, she would have handled it

in

seconds. Unfortunately, given her fragile body, she could only detour around it.

When she was finally far away from it, she took a rest on the tree in the middle of the nighi, only to, as

luck would have it, be approached by a pack of wolves. As she was desperate, what were three days felt

like a century to her, and every second was a trial of survival. After getting immensely tormented, she

almost lost herself. Therefore, all she wanted now was to lie in Matthew‘s arm, seizing every trace of the

comfort she could gel.

“Mhm…” He softly uttered, “For as long as you want.”

As she rested in his embrace, her terrible mood was lifted. Then, she opened her reddened eyes. “Thank

you… brother.” Although she wanted to say his name instead of “brother,” she was touched by how his

attitude toward her changed recently. “I know you‘re only keeping me alive to make Grandma happy. But

still, I‘m grateful.”

Followingly, she crawled out of his arms and blinked her eyes to shake off the teardrops hanging on her

lengthy lashes, assuring, “Don‘t worry. As long as I‘m alive, I‘ll give whatever I have to keep Grandma

happy.” She then heaved a sigh before profoundly stating, “Grandma‘s lucky to have a grandson like

you. How nice!”

A grandson like you? For some reason, the supposed compliment sounded odd coming out from her

mouth. Upon the “praise,” Matthew‘s face that was overflowing with adoration instantaneously turned

gloomy, so gloomy that mushrooms could grow on his face. The man‘s limited warmth was gradually

ground away by her words. He slightly parted his lips and replied, “Then you better fulfill your role as ‘god

granddaughter, or else…”

“Or else what?” Veronica pursed her lips. “Or else I‘ll make you a walking dead, isn‘t it? Fine, fine, I get it.

I‘ll treat Grandma in the best way I can. Now go get me some berries. I‘m starving. Grandma‘s heart is

gonna be crushed if I starve to death.” She waved her hand and rubbed her rumbling tummy as she

gazed at him. As if I haven‘t seen through your mind, scum!

Having resided in Bloomstead for months, she had garnered a certain amount of information regarding

the city, especially information pertaining to the Kings Family. She was aware of Matthew‘s seventh

uncle, who was currently overseas, and his power as well as influence. Before she departed to Almeida

County, she had heard news about this uncle of his returning to Bloomstead. And his existence would be

the greatest obstacle to Matthew to inherit the Kings Family‘s properties. That was the reason why

Matthew would do anything to come and rescue her. To him, she was merely a pawn on the chessboard

to please his grandmother, which would, in return. help him secure said “properties.” In later days, he

might even make her his “spy” to gather “intelligence” from his grandmother.

She wasn‘t a three–year–old, so she was determined how much of an opportunist Matthew was. To her,

he would give anything to retain things or people that would benefit him. Sibling love? F*ck that!

Matthew, on the other hand, had no idea that in a span of seconds, the entire plot of a movie had played

in her mind.

“Great that you know.” He glanced at Veronica with his deep eyes before walking away to swing a

forceful punch at a nearby tree. Thump! His fist hardly embedded into the tree trunk. Despite its

sturdiness, the tree shook a few times, and its leaves swished off the branches and fell onto the woman‘s

head.

In response, Veronica wiped the tears off her cheeks and let out a scoff, muttering, “I merely figured out

his plans. Must he be that mad? Pfft, scum!” Having taken in some meat and cried her heart out, she

managed to organize her feelings, and now she was back to her former self.

Then, she turned around and caught the masked man, who was sitting by the tree, taking glimpses at

her from time to time. She walked beside the fire and glared at the masked man not far from her. “F*ck

you looking at? You‘re lucky Mommy here hasn‘t killed you! Remember that the next time we meet, only

one of us will be walking out alive!”

The masked man was stunned and hastily lowered his head, continuing to consume the meat wordlessly.

The less he spoke, the less significant his presence was.

Shortly after, Matthew returned with a number of pears in his hands.

At the sight of the pears, Veronica‘s eyes glistened as she was astounded. “Where did you get them

from? Why didn‘t I see any pears earlier?”