Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Veronica never expected Matthew to move on so quickly after their split. Scumbag, she thought sourly

after seeing his interactions with Ruka.

“Shall we all have juice instead of wine?” Yvonne tipped her head to the side as she looked at Conrad

inquisitively. “What do you think, Conrad?”

She had been calling Conrad by his first name throughout the whole trip. There was nothing strange

about this, except for the fact that she was addressing him so colloquially even though he was the oldest

among the group.

No one would bat an eye if the both of them were meeting for the first time and thus called each other by

their first names, but Yvonne knew precisely who Conrad was. In any case, calling the seventh son of the

Kings Family by his given name despite knowing his formidable status implied that there was more to

their relationship than they were willing to admit. She could try to pass this off as a casual dynamic all

she wanted, but it was an unconvincing attempt.

“Very well,” Conrad said with an approving nod. “Yvie’s right; I should have known better than to order

wine for the table.”

With that, he summoned the waiter and ordered, “Have all the wines here replaced with fresh fruit juice,

please.”

“Yes, sir. Just a moment,” the waiter replied courteously as he set himself to work. He took away all the

glasses of wine and replaced them with fruit juice quickly.

Thereafter, everyone toasted to the fun day out and started to dig into the feast.

Veronica was ravenous after walking around the park for most of the day, and she wolfed down her food

without bothering with decorum. Seeing how hungry she was, Xavier heaped a second helping onto her

plate and pointed out affectionately, “Slow down or you’ll choke on your food.”

Then, he reached for a few shrimps and began to peel them for her.

Stunned by how indulgent he was being, Veronica wanted to stop him, but that was when she saw Ruka

doing the same thing for Matthew. He was usually anal about someone touching his food, but

surprisingly, he ate up all the shrimp she put on his plate.

Granted, she was using disposable gloves, but that could not be the only reason why Matthew ate the

shrimps so readily.

Veronica was disgusted by how pretentious he was. Following this, she decided not to stop Xavier from

deshelling shrimps for her. She looked down at the plump crustaceans lying curled on her plate, and

after a moment of hesitation, she picked up her fork and dug in.

“Have some shrimp, Conrad,” Yvonne said sweetly as she put the deshelled shrimps on Conrad’s plate.

“Go on, try them.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Conrad gave her a kind smile while scooping those shrimps up before placing

them onto her plate instead. “Here, you can have them.”

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the dining room shifted. It was turning out to be more like a competition

among couples to see who could be the most loved-up pair in the group.

As Veronica ate her food in silence, she started to sense that something was off. Everyone else seemed

to be in a romantic mood, which made her question her own presence here.

Shit, am I here as just a third wheel? At the thought of that, she couldn’t help losing her appetite even

though she had been starving earlier. She took a few more bites, then set her utensils down as she

announced, “I’m done. The rest of you can carry on.”

Xavier mirrored her and said, “I’m full too.”

Upon hearing this, none of the others went on with their meals.

“I remember hearing you say you have a good hand for poker, Roni. Look, there’s a deck of cards over

there. Wanna play?” Yvonne suggested happily as she pointed at the deck of cards on the sideboard.

“Sure.” Veronica nodded instantly. “I think that’s a great idea. Let’s play a round of poker before we head

over to the ice-sculpting event. Uncle Conrad, Xavier, should the four of us play?”

“Sorry, I know I should be more cultured after my years abroad, but the truth is—I have no idea how

poker works,” Conrad confessed self-deprecatingly with a shake of his head, looking helpless.

“Aw, but that means we’re one man short,” Yvonne mumbled with a sigh.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure Matthew knows how to play poker.”

“I don’t know how to play poker, either. I guess I’ll be joining Sir Conrad on the sidelines,” Ruka said

without a smidge of complaint.

Frowning slightly, Veronica gave Matthew a long look, then the corners of her lips tipped up in a smile as

she said, “Alright then.”

As she said this, she walked up to the sideboard confidently and took the deck of cards. The rest of them

walked up to the table and pulled up their seats. In the end, Xavier, Matthew, Veronica, and Yvonne sat

clockwise around the table.

When they had settled down, Veronica said, “Right, so we’ll kick off with a Five Card Draw. The first

person on the left will place the bet, and the rest of us proceed clockwise to either call, check or raise.

Got it?”

The Five Card Draw had the simplest gameplay, and while it required a certain skill level, luck played an

important role to win too.

Yvonne nodded. “Okay.”

The men, on the other hand, said in unison, “Got it.”

“I’ll set up a group so that we can use that as a pot. The winner gets to click into the code and transfer

the winnings,” Yvonne suggested.