Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

While she was sitting on the curb with a hotdog in one hand and beer in another, she took a bite of her

food and seemed to see a familiar figure as her eyes squinted slightly.

Astonished, she muttered, “Is that… Crayson?”

That’s impossible. Why would Master appear here?

Tossing the food and drink in her hands into the bin, she then sprinted to the opposite street and followed

the man in a black robe.

However, that person was walking very quickly and disappeared in a corner after turning into an alley.

“Where did he go?”

Looking around, Veronica tried to find him but couldn’t see his figure at all.

Rubbing her eyes, she muttered, “Did I see it wrongly…”

“Veronica Murphy, is that really you?”

While she was rooted to the spot and in a daze, someone suddenly tapped her shoulder from behind.

Spinning her head around, she couldn’t help but feel surprised.

“C-Conrad? What a coincidence!”

It was already midnight, so it never struck Veronica that she would run into Conrad in this place.

Upon saying that, she reached out and felt her face. With knitted brows, she then felt the wig on her

head. “You’re still able to recognize me after all these makeup and dressup?”

Is it because my makeup skills are too amateur or does Conrad have the eyes of an eagle?

In front of her, Conrad was wearing a white button-down shirt layered with a black leather vest. A thick

chain with a skull pendant was hanging around his neck, and he wore a pair of loose-fitting ripped jeans,

which made his bearded face appear even more bad-boyish and charming.

He’s handsome, cool, and attractive!

He was literally a fashionista on the forefront, and even though he was seven years older than Matthew,

not a single sign of aging was visible on his face.

“I’d been watching you in the square for a long time before I was sure that it was you.” Taking a step

back, he gave her a once-over and couldn’t help but laugh. “This getup…”

Suddenly, he stopped himself.

“W-What’s up with my getup? Do I look ugly?” she asked and laughed.

“No, it has character. I like it.”

Years of living abroad had made Conrad a very straightforward man.

Pursing her lips into a smile, Veronica was a little embarrassed and changed the topic on purpose. “By

the way, how’s Grandma doing?”

“She’s doing well and alright.”

“Oh, that’s good.” She nodded and sighed. “I’m sorry about what happened at the wedding. That was an

accident. I—”

“Those things are unrelated to me, so you don’t have to explain it to me.” Conrad interjected and

grabbed her hand. “Since you’re here in Mudwood Street, it shows that you like motorbikes.

Coincidentally, I just bought a new Harley, and I can take you for a spin.”

He walked in front while Veronica tagged behind as she stared unblinking at his hand which was holding

hers. Her mind went blank, and almost automatically, she blocked out Conrad’s words.

“Uh… o-okay,” she stammered, secretly drawing back her hand. “I was just thinking of going for a spin on

a bike.”

“It’s fated, then.” He cast her a lopsided grin, which was evil, sexy, and charming.

A man like this was mature and reliable while exuding a dangerous, sexy charm, which made him

especially attractive. At the same time, Veronica was aware that Conrad was a dangerous figure whom

she had to stay away from.

“You’re pretty close with Matthew, aren’t you?”

As they walked, they started a conversation, and although Conrad was asking with a smile, Veronica was

especially careful with every question he was asking.

Shaking her head, she answered, “We’re just friends. If it wasn’t because Grandma liked me, I don’t think

we’d have any interactions at all.”

At the edge of the square, Conrad pointed to a black Harley Davidson motorbike. It was a very cool

model which was the latest and limited model of the year… with a very shocking price tag.

Circling around the motorbike, she stared at it and said, “This is the latest world-wide limited edition of

Ha—”

Vroom!

The engine sound from a random motorbike cut Veronica off mid-sentence.

When she lifted her head, a royal blue Harley Davidson motorbike had come to a stop in front of her.

The motorbike tilted to the side and parked. Taking off his helmet, the motorbiker then ran his fingers

through his hair and revealed his gorgeous face.

“You want to go for a spin, don’t you? Let’s go.” Looking at Veronica, the man nodded to her slightly as a

signal for her to hop on.

“What are you doing here, Matthew?” Surprised, Veronica couldn’t figure out why he would show up

here.

He was dressed in gray trousers, a white button-down shirt with a black vest, and a casual black-and-

white checkered tie. Although it was the professional attire of a business elite, he looked utterly stunning

next to the motorbike which was oozing with savageness.

Her question was not answered. Matthew merely got off the bike, placed the helmet on the seat, and

walked to Conrad. “What a coincidence, Uncle Conrad.”

“It is a small world.” Sticking both hands into his pockets, Conrad shrugged. “Since we’re here, why don’t

we have a race?” he asked, pointing at the motorbikes.