Chapter 137 Seeing him walking in, Yvonne, being the shrewd woman she was, greeted him. âYoung Master Matthew, youâre back?â
âYeah.â Matthew was as indifferent as ever. He said little as if ignoring her.
âVeronica, you can keep watching. Iâll go to bed first.â She headed back to the bedroom to avoid disturbing Veronica and Matthewâs time alone.
Matthew unbuttoned his suit with his long fingers and put his coat on the back of the sofa. He took a seat next to Veronica, askin g in a deep voice, âWhy did you agree to Grandma?â
Although Matthew didnât understand why Elizabeth asked Veronica to plan his and Tiffanyâs wedding, Veronica could have refuse d, but she unexpectedly agreed.
Veronica sat crossâ
legged with a bag of potato chips in her hand. As she put a piece into her mouth, she glanced at him lazily and muttered, âSince Grandma has asked, what reason do I have to refuse?â
She shrugged and sighed. âIf it werenât for Grandmaâs liking for me, you wouldnât save me from the fire, nor would you go abroad to save me, and you wouldnât risk your life to save me in the mountains either. No matter what, Iâll always remember Grandmaâs kindness. Anyway, she just as ked me to plan a wedding. Even if I had to donate a kidney to her, I wouldnât refuse.â
Many said that debts between humans were the most difficult to pay off, and she owed Elizabeth a âsaving grace,â so Veronica h ad no reason to refuse.
Hearing that, Matthew suddenly recalled his past memories as though a movie was playing in his mind. His sharp eyes gradually dimmed. Did she think that everything I did was because of âGrandmaâs ordersâ? That I only risked my life to protect her because Grandma liked her?
âIâll look for you at your company during my break tomorrow to discuss the details of the wedding with you.â Veronica seemed to have moved on from everything. She was calm and indifferent.
Veronica admitted that she hated the Larson Family, but now that she couldnât avenge herself, she simply forced herself to let go of her hatred. She owed Elizabeth too much, and she wouldn ât do anything at the wedding to embarrass Tiffany, for that would only make the Kings Family a laughingstock in Bloomstead. She had a kind heart, and she knew that she had to repay Elizabethâs kindness, so naturally she wouldnât do such a despicable and shamel ess thing.
âI will leave the matter to Thomas.â
Matthew recalled that when he was engaged to Tiffany, Veronica suddenly appeared and found out about the truth and that her c hild would be handed over to Tiffany to raise after birth. In order to prevent that from happening, she took a lot of medicine regar dless of the risks, causing herself to miscarry and almost bleed to death. One could only imagine how much that incident had impacted Veronica, and Matthew didnât want her to suffer again.
âHa,â Veronica said softly, her cool eyes turning to Matthew. âAre you afraid that Iâll do something to Tiffany at the wedding?â As s he said that, she shook her head, her face full of irony and contempt. âIâm never such a despicable person.â â
Saying that, she threw the bag of potato chips on the table and got up. After putting on her slippers, she headed straight for her bedroom.
Bang!
II IP She slammed the bedroom door loudly, cutting off Matthewâs gaze from her. He was silent for a moment before he got up and we nt to the study to start working.
Veronica tossed and turned on the bed and couldnât sleep, and with the addition of Yvonne, it was even more difficult to adapt.
It was past midnight, and Yvonne was already asleep. Veronica felt bored from playing on her phone, so she got up and went to t he living room to watch television. She scrolled through various variety shows, but nothing piqued her interest.
Though it was past three oâclock at night, Veronica was still lying on the sofa without a trace of sleepiness. In the end, she had n o choice but to go to the study. However, she didnât expect that when she opened the door, Matthew was still sitting at the desk a nd processing documents.
Taken aback, Veronica asked in surprise, âItâs almost four oâclock. Why are you still up?â
âAre you worried about me?â Matthewâs thin lips raised into a light and gentle smile as if snow had melted off his face.
âDonât blow your own trumpet, okay? I just think youâre hogging the computer and preventing me from playing games.â
Playing games was the best way to destress during a sleepless night.
a Matthew looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer. It was approaching four oâclock, but she still didnât look slee py at all. Instead, she looked as energetic as ever.
âIâm done with my work. You can come.â Matthew closed the file and got up. He walked past Veronica and closed the door.
Veronica curled her lips and muttered, âWhy is he so easy to talk to today?â Could it be that he knows Iâm going back to my home town, so he improved his attitude toward me? She didnât think too much about it and sat on the big chair. The leather chair was airtight, and she could almost feel the residual temperature Matthew had left.
Subsequently, she turned on the computer and logged in to her account to start playing a game.
In the living room, Matthew warmed a glass of hot milk for Veronica and put the medicine prescribed by the doctor for her into the milk, stirring it until it melted.
Then, he took the glass of milk into the study.
âGet lost! How can I level up if you invade my army? Do you even know how to play this game? Did they let an elementary school âHere, drink some milk.â Matthew placed the glass down on the table and glanced at the game Veronica was playing. âYou like playing this a lot?â
âItâs all right. Thanks.â As Veronica had completely devoted herself to the game, she didnât have time to drink the milk at all.
Seeing that the milk was about to get cold, Matthew grew worried she would notice the strong smell of medicine in it. Hence, he simply picked up the glass of milk and brought it to her mouth, orde There was a straw in the glass, so Veronica only needed to lower her head to drink the milk, but she was so startled when a glass of milk suddenly appeared in front of her that she stood up suddenly.
âMâ
Matthew, what are you doing?â There must be a reason why heâs being so courteous. This scumbag man bringing me milk to drin Overwhelmed by Matthewâs kindness, she took off her headphones and looked at him, and then at the milk in his hand, before as poison the milk?â
Hearing this, Matthewâs expression darkened. âDo you want to drink it or not?â
âOf course not. What if itâs poisonous? What if I donât live to see the sun tomorrow?â Veronica wanted to live to see another day.
The corners of Matthewâs mouth twitched slightly; he was angered by her antics. So Iâm such a despicable and shameless person before handing it to her again. âMilk helps you to sleep. Your wound hasnât healed, so you need to rest early, but youâre still playing games. I guess your wrist doesnât hurt at all.â
If other girls got injured, they would cry in pain, but she only bore her wound and sat in front of the computer to play games frantically. This woman is unbelieva âOh, I see. Thank you.â Seeing him take a sip, Veronica realized that it shouldnât be poisoned, so she took the milk and drank it in a single gulp.
Then, she smacked her lips, frowning. âMatthew, did you put something in the milk?â