The Life of A Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 64 A Crazed Matthew

Feelings for her?

Impossible!

These “unwitting bodily reactions’ were nothing more than a grown man’s physiological reactions. They didn’t mean anything.

The reason he rescued her, apart from not wanting his grandmother to worry about her, was because he had a singular, selfish desire.

The simple reason was that apart from her, no other woman could make him feel so much wanting. In fact, in the face of other women's advances, he didn't have the least bit of reaction.

Even though Matthew was aware of what he meant to her, he felt so heated at this moment that it was as if he was on fire. The heat was nearly driving him crazy.

On a normal day, he would set aside his cares to ravage her and extinguish the fire.

However, it had been only 25 days since her miscarriage, so he could not touch her.

Finally, he got up and went into the bathroom to take a cold shower. However, once he lay down next to her, it didn't take more than a few minutes for his body to burn up once again. Once again, he got up to take another cold shower.

As Matthew exited the bathroom in a towel and looked at Veronica lying in bed, he noticed that her dress had ridden up to her waist due to her sleeping position, effectively exposing her tight, shapely backside.

Frowning, he glanced down at the tent in his towel. Frustratedly, he lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Godd*mnit!” he swore before pulling the blanket over her and covering her entirely with it. Once more, he returned to the bathroom and took another cold shower before directly heading to the bedroom next to the study to sleep. Early the next morning, it stormed. Lightning split the skies and thunder rattled the windows.

Even though it was already 7 or 8 AM, the skies outside were dark and oppressive.

Large droplets of rain came pattering down, gathering into rivulets and streaming down the glass.

With the penthouse phone in hand, Veronica went around trying to call Cody and the private detective. Yet, no one picked up.

Has something unexpected happened to them or have they changed their minds?

Veronica had no way of knowing.

Finally, she could only give up and call her foster mother to check in. Beep beep beep—

After ringing several times, someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

It was the familiar voice of Daniella, Veronica's foster mother.

“It's Veronica, Mom.” She was gratified to hear her foster mother's voice.

Before she was kidnapped, she had made arrangements to ensure that her foster parents would be safe and sound.

However, because it was so late in the night when she returned the previous evening, she hadn't wanted to disturb them.

“Roni! Have you finished training?” Daniella asked after her warmly. Long ago, Veronica had told Xavier that if anything happened to her, he was to tell her foster parents she was attending a closed training class after transferring to Xavier's company.

It was precisely because she was going up against the Larson Family and deeply afraid that her foster parents would worry if something happened to her that she gave Xavier such instructions.

Sure enough, he hadn't let her down.

“Yes, Mom, I'm back. How are you and Dad?"

All along, Veronica had been one to report the good news and not the bad, and this time was no exception.

“I'm well; I'm very well. Your dad is, too. We worked hard all day yesterday. Ha!" Daniella chuckled happily.

The older woman's cheerful mood buoyed Veronica's spirits. “That's good to hear.”

“Uh—have... have you seen the n-news, Roni?”

"Hmm? What news?"

The sudden stuttering made Veronica tense and her heart thumped uneasily.

“Your parents, they... they...” Daniella sighed. “I think you'd better read the news yourself.” With that, she hung up.

“Mom? Hello? Mom!"

Upon realizing that the call had been hung up, Veronica immediately put down the cell phone and rushed into Matthew's study.

Right then, he was exiting the small bedroom, and she didn’t bother bidding him a good morning as she blurted, “I need your computer.” Without waiting for his reply, she threw herself into his chair and turned it on. Once it booted up, she pulled up a search engine and typed in “Floch Group."

The moment the search results popped up, she saw headlines such as, “Floch Group's Missing Daughter Found’, “Larsons’ Missing Daughter Grew Up in the Countryside’ and the like.

Headline after headline entered her gaze. There was even a video from a press conference.

As she pulled up the video, she saw Rachel sobbing into her hands at the press conference, “ I let my daughter down! If I hadn't lost my child all those years ago, s-she wouldn't have needed to lead such a hard life in the countryside. I-l only hope Veronica accepts me so that I can use the rest of my life to make up for what I owe her as her mother!”

Next to Rachel, Floch had his arms around her and was comforting her, “Don't cry. Please don't cry. It's a blessed thing to be able to find our child again. Besides, it's not solely on you that we lost her all those years ago. Don't put all of this on yourself..."

As she watched the video, Veronica clenched her fists before shutting it. And then, she began to search for news of the fire, only to find that there was no related news at all.

After that, she searched for articles concerning the Larsons, only to find that there were no results apart from the news that they had found their missing daughter.

Angrily, she slammed her fist on the table.

Next to her, Matthew took in her stance and put everything together. To him, everything was clear now.

With a stomp, Veronica stood up and stalked out to the bar in the living room. Pulling out a bottle of red wine and a high-stemmed wine glass, she walked over to the couch, sat down, and threw back glass after glass of red wine.

In a few short minutes, she polished off the entire bottle.

And then, she stood up and fetched another bottle before resuming her actions.

As she drank, she turned to give the silently smoking Matthew a slight smile, seemingly finding it unsatisfying to drink by herself. “Come and drink with me.”

Expressionlessly, he leaned against the wall behind him and stared at her without saying anything.

“You said I was a future member of your family but now, you won't even drink with me. Pfft!” She then scoffed before gulping down yet another glass of wine.

With his cigarette in between his fingers, Matthew walked over to sit down opposite her, his eyes on her the whole while. He saw that her eyes were bloodshot and it was clear that she was incensed, yet she was still smiling.

However, it was a self-deprecating smile.

Finally, she glanced at him. “Good on you to grow a conscience and drink with me.”

With that, Veronica got up and walked over to the bar once again. She came back with two more bottles and an empty glass. Popping the cork, she poured him a glass and handed it to him.

“A toast to you for saving me!” She raised her glass and clinked it against the one set in front of him before throwing it back.

Through the deep, complicated gaze that he shot her, there was a faintest hint of heartache for her.