The Life of A Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 63 Did Veronica Drown in the Bathtub?

What surprised Matthew most was not Veronica's beautiful and delicate face, but her skill and familiarity with guns.

Once again, he was suspicious of her identity and even more curious about how mysterious she was.

"Pfft! Who's scared?” As Veronica lowered her head to glance at their tightly entwined hands, she scoffed. “If you're not afraid of being embarrassed, what would I have to be afraid of?”

With that, they fell silent for the rest of the trip

As Matthew passed through security with her and Yvonne, he wondered how Thomas had negotiated with the other party. At any rate, Thomas only had to pass the mercenaries to them before Veronica was allowed to leave with him.

On the other hand, Yvonne went with Thomas.

After departing, Matthew took Veronica onto the helicopter before flying off.

As the noise was loud in the helicopter, the two of them remained silent.

A few hours later, it reached Bloomstead and landed on the rooftop of Twilight Club.

After descending the stairs, Matthew and Veronica both entered the penthouse one after the other.

The moment they were in the penthouse, he pressed her against the wall next to the door and narrowed his eyes as he looked imperiously down at her. “Why didn't you come to me for help?”

After all, it was through Thomas’ investigation that Matthew found out she went to Xavier, and not him, for help before she was kidnapped. The sudden action shocked Veronica, and she scowled unhappily. “I couldn't remember your number, so how could I call you for help?” Truly, he is being so unreasonable.

“You couldn't remember my number, but you could remember Xavier's?” Matthew demanded.

"I—" As she met his dark eyes, something deep in his gaze startled her. Unable to stop a chuckle from leaving her mouth, she tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows. “Are... Are you jealous? Tell me honestly, Matthew Kings—do you have feelings for me?”

Of course, it was just a shot in the dark.

Nonetheless, Matthew's expression grew even more conflicted when he heard that, and he zeroed in on her face that looked so much like Tiffany's.

The thing was, he felt extremely repulsed by Tiffany every time he saw her.

Yet, why was it that every time he saw Veronica's face—which looked exactly like Tiffany's—he gladly accepted it and even felt like looking at it for a few moments more?

Does that mean I truly have feelings for her?

“Feelings for you? You think I'd have feelings for you just because you look like Tiffany? You're a fool if you think so!” Matthew's eyes flashed as if he had been provoked, and he turned to walk away. However, he threw over his shoulder, “There's only one bed here. You can sleep on the couch or in the same bed as me. I won't kick you out by virtue of you being a future member of the Kingses.”

Feeling incredulous, Veronica stuttered, “Y-You should be glad I'm not kicking you out!”

However, as she lowered her head to glance down at the clothes on her body that smelled of another woman's rouge, she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

Thus, she asked, “Do you have any clothes for me to wear? I wish to take a shower.”

Sullenly, Matthew walked over to the cloakroom and pulled out a set of women's clothing. He then walked up to her and threw it in her face. After catching the clothing, Veronica glanced down at it. It was a simple, stylish dress.

As her lips pursed, she couldn't help remembering the scene from her previous visit to the penthouse when she had seen two women leave the place. It was likely these clothes were prepared for those women. So, she smacked her lips. “Tsk! No wonder you like staying at the Twilight Club.”

The comment was full of insinuation.

At this moment, Matthew, who was unbuttoning his suit jacket, paused in his actions and looked up to shoot her a lazy but somewhat cold look.

Retracing his steps, he walked up to her and asked, “What did you say?” His gaze was so cold that it bore through her like a glacier.

Even though Veronica could sense his rage, she scoffed in response. “I'm only speaking the truth.” As she spoke, she walked around him. “I'm going to shower. I stink.”

During this period, she hadn't taken a single proper shower. It wasn't surprising how uncomfortable she felt especially now that she was wearing someone else's clothing.

Meanwhile, Matthew stood rooted to the spot.

Suddenly, his lips lifted into a barely perceptible smile.

Does that mean she’s jealous?

Walking over to the bar, he pulled a bottle of red wine from the cooler and poured himself a drink, which he then carried over to the floor-to- ceiling windows. With one hand in his pants pocket, he glanced out at the Bloomstead city center, like a king overlooking his masses.

In the night, Bloomstead looked prosperous and splendid with its glittering, multicolored neon lights.

Whereas he couldn't relax the slightest bit on a usual day, he suddenly felt an inexplicable, unprecedented sense of ease at this moment.

It was as if his heart was finally leaving his throat and settling back in his chest, giving him a peace of mind and affording him the opportunity to admire Bloomstead's beautiful nightscape.

For a long time, Matthew stood in front of the window, pouring himself another glass of wine after finishing the first.

Without his realization, he had finished two glasses.

At that point, he lowered his head to look at his watch. An hour had passed.

D*mn that woman! Has she drowned in the bathtub?

Setting down his glass, he walked into the bedroom. The scene that met his eyes as he opened the door was one of Veronica sprawled untidily in his bed and sleeping soundly.

Flat on her back and with her limbs outstretched, she didn't look the slightest bit as demure as a woman.

Vaguely, he could hear her even breathing. It was clear that she was sound asleep.

So, he walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and went to lie down on the other side of the bed.

Yet, the moment he did so, Veronica clung to him like a limpet, throwing a leg over him and rubbing her cheek against his, much like he was a plush toy.

Since they were so close together, his breath tickled her face and seemed to make her feel uncomfortable, so she wriggled downward before resting her head on his arm and settling into sleep once more. Quietly, Matthew studied her features, the ridges of her eyebrows, her fluttering eyelashes, and her ruby red lips underneath her small nose Up close, her skin was creamy.

Somehow, the mole on the left side of her nose made her look even more seductive and appealing, causing him to fall even further for her. Quietly, he lifted a hand to tousle her hair. In the past, her hair reached her waist, but she had lost quite a bit to the fire, and now it only skated across her collarbone.

“Ugh—stop that...”

His motions caused her face to itch as her hair brushed her cheek. Somewhat unhappily, she smacked his hand before snuggling further into him.

It seemed that, deep in her sleep, she assumed a mosquito had bitten her.

Yet, Veronica wriggled against Matthew like a misbehaved kitten, unintentionally stoking the fire in his body and causing him to feel somewhat aroused.

These unwitting bodily reactions were something he had never experienced before.

Once again, Thomas’ words floated through Matthew's mind. “Do you have feelings for Miss Murphy, Young Master Matthew?”