Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

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Chapter 87

Veronica entered the kitchen and served herself a bowl of oatmeal before taking a seat opposite of

Matthew at the dining table.

The two of them had their breakfast quietly, fully practicing the decent habit of not talking when eating.

After they had finished their breakfast and Veronica had put down her spoon, Mathew said, “The

breakfast cost 300 per set, so it will be 600 in total for today and yesterday‘s breakfast. Consider the milk

as a free gift. Remember to pay them to me together with the clothes.”

His words made Veronica choke on her food. “Six hundred? Is the food embedded with gold? Why is it

so expensive?”

“I‘ve spared you the delivery fee considering the fact that you are my godsister,” Matthew added with a

straight face.

She disdained his actions inwardly. “You did this on purpose because I collected money from you after

buying you breakfast.”

“It‘s a fair trade. You may vomit all the food if you don‘t want to pay.”

Matthew sat up straight, holding a napkin in his hands as he elegantly wiped his well defined lips. Even

an action as simple as wiping his mouth inadvertently revealed his elegance that had been deeply

instilled into him.

“Vomit?” F*ck! They have all turned into poop, so how am I going to vomit them out? Veronica was

extremely pissed by his words.

After glaring at Matthew in rage for a moment, she immediately rose up and jogged into her room, exiting

with a piece of paper in her hand shortly after that. “Here you go. This is the receipt of the breakfast that I

have bought for you.”

The next second, she tore the paper into two, folded them into halves and tore them again. She tore the

receipt until it became tiny pieces of paper before placing the pile of papers on the table. With a loud

voice, Veronica announced, “Look, I‘ve torn the receipt that day. Since we are family, we shouldn‘t be so

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calculative. It‘s not right to do so. Ha! Since you have seen me tearing the receipt into pieces, will you

forget about collecting money from me?”

The man wore his usual impassiveness on his handsome face as he replied, “TIL consider it.”

With that, he rose to his full height and returned to his room. He grabbed his things. changed his shoes

at the foyer and left.

Truth was, Matthew‘s cold treatment frustrated Veronica. “Such a petty man. I don‘t understand what the

heck is going on in his head.”

After cleaning up the living room and dining room, she hopped on a bicycle and headed off to her

workplace.

It was another busy day in the office. She diligently learnt about her tasks from the other secretaries.

At 12 PM, Veronica had lunch with Xavier as usual, but in the evening after work, she said to him, “I

won‘t be having dinner with you tonight. I have to go and meet a friend. I‘ll come to the office on time

tomorrow at 8.00 AM” :

“Alright, see you tomorrow,” Xavier replied unhesitatingly, seemingly in a good mood.

After Veronica had left the office, she bought some fruits and dietary supplements from a nearby mall

before she took a cab to the Kings Residence.

As it was during the evening rush hour, it took Veronica an hour to get to her destination from the city

center.

However, upon arriving at the Kings Residence, she spotted Matthew‘s car parked at one side as soon

as she alighted from the cab.

She stood in place holding the things she had bought. She thought to enter the house together with him

to visit Elizabeth since he was already here, but unexpectedly, Tiffany exited the car the same time as

him.

Veronica‘s expression instantly fell. Her good mood vanished, so she turned on her heel to leave.

“Veronica, this is such a coincidence! You are here as well.” Tiffany exited the car and greeted her.

Just then, Matthew alighted from the car as well. Tiffany walked up to him and held his arm, and they

went up to Veronica together.

Veronica stared at Tiffany, silently warning her with a cold gaze. Have you forgotten about the lesson you

learnt, as well as the warning I gave in the bathroom the other day?

In truth, the incident that had happened in the bathroom the other day had pissed Tiffany off. She had

complained about it to her parents but after some discussion, they had decided that she had to put up

with it.

Her mother had repeatedly lectured her, “A moment of patience will save you future troubles!”

Although Tiffany was reluctant to swallow her anger, Veronica was able to have her own way by relying

on the fact that Elizabeth was her godmother. There was nothing

Tiffany could do no matter how enraged she was.

Holding the things in her hands, Veronica looked behind at the couple that looked great together.

Although their looks matched each other well, she still found them‘an eyesore.

She darted a glare at Tiffany and a glance at Matthew, thinking about how the man had treated her that

morning.

In the end, Veronica let out a cold snort arrogantly before she entered the house.

“Matthew, is she… in a bad mood?” Tiffany whispered a question, to which Matthew coldly responded as

he stood firmly next to her, “Don‘t mind her.”

Therefore, the three of them stepped into the living room one after another.

Elizabeth was seen in the living room. Veronica handed the things to the servants and walked up to her

before she held her hands affectionately. “Grandma, how do you feel these days?”

“The news that you are coming over puts me in a great mood. It makes me feel light and happy.”

Elizabeth grinned from ear to ear as she held Veronica‘s hands, reluctant to let go

“How did you come over?”

“I took a cab,” Veronica responded with a smile.

“Grandma, I‘m here to visit you.”

At that moment, Matthew and Tiffany came in through the door.

Upon seeing the duo walking into the room, Elizabeth pointed at the couch without getting up. “Have a

seat.”

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She seemed much colder than earlier, forming a stark contrast with how she had treated Veronica.

As Elizabeth spoke, she stared at Matthew with a cold gaze, her eyes that were cloudy from old age full

of displeasure. “Since the two of you were coming, why didn‘t you bring Veronica along so that she

wouldn‘t have to take a cab?” She started to reprimand Matthew without any proper reason.

Veronica glanced at Matthew through the corner of her eye, but she just sat at one side and watched on

without saying anything.

However, Tiffany, who saw the gloom on Matthew‘s face as well as Veronica‘s smug look, was upset, so

she responded, “Grandma, don‘t be mad at Matthew. We didn‘t know that Veronica was coming as well.”

“You are Veronica‘s elder brother and she is your younger sister,” Elizabeth said to the two of them.

“Look at yourself–do you act like an elder brother to her?” The second sentence was directed at

Matthew, but considering Tiffany‘s relationship with Veronica, it sounded as though Elizabeth was

admonishing Tiffany at the same time.

Tiffany clenched her fists, unable to refute Elizabeth.

“Grandma, you are right.” Matthew, on the other hand, gave a cursory reply and sat on one side.

Thereafter, Elizabeth instructed a servant, who was standing on the sideline, “Mrs. Coleman, give me the

keys of the pink car in the garage.”

“Yes, Old Mrs. Kings,” the servant replied, then went to get the car keys, while Veronica made small talk

with Elizabeth. After a couple of minutes, the servant returned with the car keys and handed it to

Elizabeth. She then took the keys and shoved it into Veronica‘s hands. “Veronica, take the car. It will be

easier for you to come and visit me as well.”

Although Veronica didn‘t know much about jewelry, she had a fair share of knowledge in car brands.

The three upward–pointing arrows on the car keys suggested that it was a Maserati, and the fact that it

was a car that sat in the garage of the Kings Residence showed that it must be an expensive and

luxurious one.

Although Veronica was a thrifty spender and sometimes a miser, it didn‘t mean that she had a habit of

taking advantage of others.

“No, Grandma. I appreciate your kindness, but I can‘t accept the car!”

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