Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

she had plunged a whole sword into him.

The usually–calm Matthew—clearly agitated by her provocation—asked Veronica in return with his

eyebrows raised, “What else do you think you are capable of, if not that?”

Hearing his question. Veronica couldn‘t help but let out a snort.

Huh. As expected, she thought.

“Sure. I‘ll stay, but I‘ve been feeling homesick and wish to go back for a while. I‘ll come back to

Bloomstead after that.” Thinking that this was a good chance to make Matthew drop the case, Veronica

agreed verbally but was actually planning on giving Matthew whatever excuse she could after so that she

won‘t need to return to Bloomstead.

Finally, everything was going as Matthew had planned.

Hearing her reply, he watched her quietly before swiftly getting up from his seat and heading toward the

police officers. He then withdrew the case with the reason that it all had been nothing but a

misunderstanding.

After the case was closed, they both left the police station with Veronica marching angrily ahead while

Matthew silently watched her from behind.

There were hardly any cars driving on the road by the time they were outside—not even a taxi was in

sight.

Looking around in the middle of the night, she couldn‘t help but grumble, “Where are the cars, man?”

Meanwhile, Matthew had already made his way into his car. He then drove his car, only to stop before

Veronica and proceeded to lightly honk the car horn twice. “Get. in. I’ll take you home,” he said after

rolling down the window.

At that, she let out a huff and scowled at him. “Save it. What if you charge me a ridiculous fee for riding in

your ridiculously luxurious customized car? I can‘t even bear the thought of touching it,” she scoffed

before walking away.

Even though she could conveniently order a ride using her phone, she decided against it in an attempt to

save a few bucks in her pocket—she did spend over a million dollars just the night before after all. In

addition to that, considering how she wasn‘t sleepy despite it being already midnight, she chose to take a

stroll by the roadside while enjoying the gentle breeze blowing in her face.

However, she merely took a few steps when she suddenly noticed that Matthew had unknowingly caught

up with her and was currently walking right beside her.

Immediately, she halted her steps and glared between Matthew and his parked car. “Are you crazy? Why

are you following me when you have a car right there?”

“My car broke down. I just called the tow company,” he replied with a shrug.

A bright smile instantly appeared on Veronica‘s face after Matthew said that, “Ha! Serves you right!

Karma is a b*tch, eh?” she cheered in between giggles.

She laughed out loud as soon as her mood was made better, and even though her unadulterated

laughter wasn‘t the least bit refined, it was a sound that felt truly genuine and pure.

Seeing her chortle made the corners of his sensual lips raise unconsciously as she gave him a sense of

warmth like a spring breeze in a chilly winter. At that, the cold mask he had on was instantly melted and

replaced by a gentle and tranquil expression.

He had his hands placed in the pockets of his suit pants as he continued to enjoy his saunter with

Veronica.

Since it was the beginning of autumn, the nights were getting colder.

Veronica began to shrink herself as she felt the cold slowly getting to her. Since she had left her

condominium in a hurry earlier, she was only dressed in a thin blouse

that could barely protect her from the cold.

Noticing this, Matthew swiftly removed his coat and tossed it at Veronica. “Hold that for me,” he told her.

“Why should I?” she quickly argued in return as she heard his ‘commanding‘ tone.

“Oh?” He tilted his head to look at her. “I just withdrew the case not long ago and now you‘re already

turning against me?”

“I…” She started to retort, but she couldn‘t think of anything to say.

Fine, who cares? Good women don‘t argue with trashy men anyway. Lowering myself is such an un– classy thing to do! She calmed herself down with her thoughts.

Hit by another cold breeze, she quickly threw the coat in her hand over her shoulders. “Are you really not

wearing this? I‘ll wear it, then. Don‘t you dare collect a fee from me because of this!” –

“I won‘t.” Hearing his airily reply, Veronica sarcastically remarked, “Now, that‘s more like it. I see that you

still have some conscience.”

Instead of acknowledging her jab, he asked, “When are you going back to your hometown?”

“The day after tomorrow. Ah, no—” she said after thinking for a bit. “It is already the middle of the night

now. If you count the hours, I‘m going back tomorrow.”

Mythpoint was everybody‘s dream destination.

Veronica, too, was once tempted by the hustle and bustle of this place, but alas, she had to face reality.

Not only was the cost of living here high, but it was also fairly fast–paced. A place that was full of deceit

and mind games was not for her.

She couldn‘t help but miss her parents and master who were still back at home sometimes.

Learning that Veronica was departing soon, Matthew‘s face dimmed, and he turned to look at the woman

walking beside him.

Strolling with the breeze suddenly felt like a rare luxury for them to find peace within the busy city.

A feeling of wanting the moment to last, too, started to creep out from a corner of his heart.

“Have you ever considered working at Spinfluence Group?” he suddenly asked.

Veronica might be going back to her hometown, but Matthew wished to leave a spot for her in the

company when she decided it was time for her to head back to Bloomstead.

“Forget it.” She gave an outright rejection. “That is suicide for me. What if something were to happen at

the company after I start working there? You probably will point your finger at me and claim that I sold the

company or something. It will be a big mess for me to clean if you decide to send me to the police again.”