Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)

"You..."

Mateo wanted to say something, but he saw Veronica had already gone upstairs.

He scratched his head and went straight to Crayson's bedroom to seek his approval.

Upstairs, Veronica returned to her room and went to the bathroom to freshen up. But when she came out of the bathroom, she still didn't see Matthew's figure in the bedroom.

She could not help but murmur, "Is he not planning to come today? If he's not coming, then forget it. I'll read for a while."

She bypassed the partition between the bedroom and the study area and walked towards the desk, only to be pulled into someone's arms.

Instantly, a refreshing scent of shower gel hit her. She leaned against the man's strong chest and instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist. "I thought you..."

When she looked up to speak, she saw the cold and handsome face in front of her.

However, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her delicate jade fingers gently caressed his facial skin, filled with deep concern. "Wearing heavy makeup every day has made your complexion much paler."

Fortunately, his skin was very good, and wearing makeup every day did not enlarge his pores. On the contrary, it made his skin even fairer.

But precisely because of this, Veronica felt even more distressed.

"Makeup products staying on the face for a long time will eventually harm the skin. Maybe there won't be any problems in the short term, but in the long run, it will definitely affect the skin's texture."

Veronica held his face in her hands and looked up at the man who was close to her, and her eyes shimmered with a thick sense of concern.

"Silly girl."

The man's handsome face revealed a smile as he held her waist and spoke in an indulgent tone, "I am a married man. As long as you don't mind, why would I care?"

His tone was gentle and affectionate, clearly melting her heart, but Veronica felt a pang of guilt and a sourness in her chest.

"Matt, it's so good to have you."

After saying that, she tiptoed, slowly closed her eyes, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Faced with her initiative, Matthew was completely defenseless.

Perhaps due to their natural constitution, Veronica's skin was always cool, while Matthew's body was hot. When their lips met, it was like a collision between ice and fire, sending an electric current through their bodies, making their hearts flutter.

Matthew held her waist with one hand and lifted her buttocks with the other, carrying her and placing her on the desk, launching a forceful attack.

"Mmm. N-Not here."

Veronica pushed Matthew away, seemingly unable to adapt to the current situation.

"No, I want it here." The man's forehead pressed against hers, and their noses lightly touched. His voice was hoarse.

Even though they had been married for a long time and lived together for a long time, every time Veronica was with him, she could not help but feel her heart race, just like the first time.

She helplessly smiled. "I really can't do anything with you."

"Wifey, is that a yes?"

"You say. Mmm." Veronica wanted to say something, but he kissed her lips.

In a moment of ecstasy, they lost themselves in passion, spinning in the dark night. The moon hung high outside the window, and the starry sky sparkled. It was dim and without light inside the room, except for a beam of moonlight shining through the window, casting a layer of silver-gray moonlight on the room, like a thin veil, romantic and beautiful.

As the night grew late, Matthew carried her to the bathroom for a shower, but unable to resist the temptation of her graceful figure, he couldn't help but ask for another round.

He held her in his arms and returned to the bed. Veronica, exhausted, nestled in his embrace, motionless, as obedient as a little lazy cat.