Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

“Of course, you should. I have an eye for talents.” Ruka then suggested, “Since it’s the end of the year,

I think we should meet the president. You should try talking to him.”

“Sure. I’ll buy you a meal after everything’s settled.”

“Then, we got a deal.”

The trio chattered on and on, having the time of their lives. Finally, when a gleeful Veronica returned

home, she played chess with Crayson, during which she received a call from Yvonne. She didn’t pick

up the phone after glancing at it, though. Instead, after Crayson decided to call it a day and went to

bed, she walked back to her place, which was just next to the building.

Matthew had bought the neighboring residence. With such an awesome and comfortable interior

design, the decoration that Veronica’s house had paled by comparison.

Veronica entered the bedroom and opened the wardrobe, only to be dumbstruck. Inside of it was a

bunch of winter apparel in different colors and assortments of designs. She checked out some of them

and realized that all the pieces were from the latest collections. Everything was prepared solely for her.

Touched by Matthew’s consideration and affection, she felt her heart soften by his gesture. Then, just

as she was thinking about him, he gave her a call.

She answered it at the drop of a hat. “You’re up?”

“You haven’t slept yet?” The mellifluous voice was so familiar that it soothed her heart.

Her finger grazed over the fabric as she asked, “Since when did you prepare so many clothes?”

“It was these two days.” He glossed over the details, hiding that he replaced the clothes according to

the change of seasons from the day he bought the house.

“I see.” Veronica flopped in bed and hugged a pillow while sharing her little stories, “I ate with Hendrey

today. Guess who he brought along with him.”

Men’s jealousy was easily evoked by the presence of love rivals that posed threats to their relationship.

Matthew, who was no different from any other man, attempted to hide his growing dislike toward

Hendrey. “His girlfriend?”

“Stop joking around. He brought Ruka along with him and she apologized for everything she had done

to me in the past. She even said that she wants to befriend me.” She sighed while twirling her hair. “If

she found out that the man she met the other day was me, I bet she’ll kill me because of resentment.”

“Ruka’s a decent person. She’s a good friend.” Although Matthew didn’t interact with Ruka much since

he was young, he knew her character well.

“Decent?” Veronica coldly snorted as she deemed that Matthew didn’t know much about Ruka’s true

colors.

It was true that Ruka was nice, but she was only friendly to the one she favored. When she was facing

her enemies, one could equate her behavior to the term ‘I shall salt the earth behind you once I’m done

ruining your life’.

“Hendrey is single, isn’t he? So, they should make a good match.” Matthew added another weird

statement.

“Since when have you started being a matchmaker?” Veronica smiled in merriment. “You’re jealous

because we had a meal together? That’s unlike you.”

“What else can I do when the woman I like is so attractive? Even if you stay still, men will flirt with you

anyway.”

She rolled her eyes speechlessly because she was always the one to blame in the end. Then, after

chatting for a while longer, the conversation ended as Matthew had some unfinished business.

The atmosphere fell into silence, and she leaned against the bedside, feeling the void inside her.

Veronica felt her heart become heavier because Matthew knew everything, including the night she had

spent with Xavier in the hotel, thinking about what Matthew had done for her. Matthew was a proud

man perching at the top of the mountain like he was god, yet he tolerated the fact that she was tainted.

The more she thought about the cruel truth, the more she perceived herself as someone unworthy of

him. She could feel the gap between them was growing wider, and nothing could compensate for it.

Someone better should stay by his side; that person could never be her.

On the other side, Matthew was relishing his meal while talking on the phone with Veronica at the villa

in Castron. When a woman suddenly appeared in the living room, he excused himself and terminated

the call.

“Matt, how could you eat alone? You should’ve called for me.” The slim woman had long maroon hair

that swayed slightly with every click of her high heels. She stood before him then she snatched the

sandwich from Matthew’s hand.

Instead of chewing her out, he gestured to the maid to make a new sandwich for her.

“Why are you here early in the morning?” The warmth in his eyes dissipated as he stared at the women

indifferently. There was no tad of hostility in his icy tone, though.

“Of course, it’s because I missed you. The weather is fine today. Should we hang out for the first time

after a long while?” she said coquettishly.

“I’m busy.” After giving a downright decline, Matthew took the documents that were set aside and

began reading.

The persistent woman stood up and closed the files before him. “Matt, you’re so cruel. I missed you so

much, and this is how you treat me?”

“So what?”

“You! Hmph!” She pouted in displeasure. “I really missed you a lot. It’s been a year. Can’t you

accompany me for a day?”

Matthew looked at the documents before glancing at her. “Only this time.”

She grinned in triumph. “You’re the best!”

…

Back in Bloomstead, Veronica’s schedule had changed with effect from today because of Crayson, who

dragged her out of bed as early as 4:30AM for a jog and training in the park.