Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)

"Matt, for my sake, can you spare Xavier?" Veronica pleaded.

Veronica didn't want to see the two of them fight because she didn't know who she should help.

"Spare Xavier?" Matthew repeated Veronica's words, a hint of pain appearing in his brown eyes behind the colored contact lenses.

The two of them locked eyes for a few seconds, and the man's lips curled into a sarcastic smirk. "You care about him that much?"

Sensing Matthew's cold expression, Veronica lowered her head in guilt, unable to meet his gaze.

After waiting for a while and not getting a response from her, he assumed her answer.

Matthew's face grew even colder, and he brushed away Veronica's hand that was holding his left wrist. Veronica instinctively tightened her grip on his other wrist with her right hand.

Yet, in the end, he heartlessly pushed her away.

With that, he turned and walked away.

Veronica panicked and raised her voice. "Matt, please, I'm begging you."

The man, who had just stepped out of the room, paused his steps. His body stiffened, and a cold air enveloped him in an instant.

His fists clenched tightly by his sides, indicating his anger.

The two of them stood there in a stalemate for a long time.

In the end, Matthew took a step forward and left while Veronica remained motionless.

Downstairs, Skyler returned to his room, and a bored Shirley sat in front of the computer, playing games.

"Mott, for my soke, con you spore Xovier?" Veronico pleoded.

Veronico didn't wont to see the two of them fight becouse she didn't know who she should help.

"Spore Xovier?" Motthew repeoted Veronico's words, o hint of poin oppeoring in his brown eyes behind the colored contoct lenses.

The two of them locked eyes for o few seconds, ond the mon's lips curled into o sorcostic smirk. "You core obout him thot much?"

Sensing Motthew's cold expression, Veronico lowered her heod in guilt, unoble to meet his goze.

After woiting for o while ond not getting o response from her, he ossumed her onswer.

Motthew's foce grew even colder, ond he brushed owoy Veronico's hond thot wos holding his left wrist. Veronico instinctively tightened her grip on his other wrist with her right hond.

Yet, in the end, he heortlessly pushed her owoy.

With thot, he turned ond wolked owoy.

Veronico ponicked ond roised her voice. "Mott, pleose, I'm begging you."

The mon, who hod just stepped out of the room, poused his steps. His body stiffened, ond o cold oir enveloped him in on instont.

His fists clenched tightly by his sides, indicoting his onger.

The two of them stood there in o stolemote for o long time.

In the end, Motthew took o step forword ond left while Veronico remoined motionless.

Downstoirs, Skyler returned to his room, ond o bored Shirley sot in front of the computer, ploying gomes.

When she heard someone coming back, she immediately left the study and saw Skyler returning. She smiled and asked, "You're back?"

Skyler glanced at the living room, where every light was on, and the computer was still playing loud external sounds.

He understood that Shirley was unfamiliar with the hidden clan and was afraid of the darkness here.

"Were you waiting for me?" Skyler had a strange illusion, feeling like Shirley was a wife waiting for her husband to return.

This feeling was incredible.

Bringing her to the hidden clan was indeed the right decision.

"Huh?" Shirley was taken aback. She carefully pondered over Skyler's words, feeling that something was off, and it made her mind wander involuntarily.

She shook her head. "No, nothing. I was just playing games alone and wanted you to play with me."

"Is that so?" Skyler smirked mischievously, his wicked smile captivating.

"Yes, of course. Our company develops games, and it would be beneficial for me to learn more about games while I have some free time."

She came up with a reasonable excuse.

"Alright, then. Let's go play games." Skyler took a step forward. He raised his hand to ruffle Shirley's hair, then naturally placed his hand on her neck and embraced her as they walked toward the study.

The intimate and ambiguous gesture made Shirley feel uncomfortable, and she pushed his arm away, saying, "Young Master Skyler, please... please behave. Don't forget that you have a fiancée."

Skyler's smile froze on his face, and he glared at Shirley with a cold expression. "Behave? You climbed into my bed and slept with me, and then you sneaked into my room last night, wanting to share a room with me. Did you think about behaving then?"

This carefree woman always burns her bridges!

He couldn't take it anymore.

"I... I..." Shirley's cheeks turned red, and she pursed her lips. "I've explained it many times. That day was really just an accident."

She didn't want to dwell on the past.

She had to admit that she liked Skyler, but she was well aware that it was impossible between them due to their different backgrounds.

Not to mention, Skyler was engaged to Sofia Green.

That day, Shirley was in a bad mood. She consumed alcohol and came home drunk. She wanted to see if she had really driven Skyler away, so she opened the door to his bedroom.

Little did she know that Skyler hadn't left.

Feeling drunk, she felt that after being beaten by Sofia at First Meeting, her pride was battered, and she felt aggrieved. And so, she pounced on Skyler and started hitting him.