Her Billionaire Husband

“Evidence…” Veronica Murphy sighed, lowering her head in helplessness. “It’s gone.”

“What do you mean?”

“A deceased person cannot be considered evidence.” “Are you suggesting that the four individuals who died in the warehouse implicated Eviette Robins as the mastermind?” Matthew Kings questioned her.

Since yesterday, one question had been bothering Matthew Kings.

That is…

Veronica Murphy is a kind-hearted girl, so why would she directly harm those four people? It doesn’t align with her usual behavior. What is she hiding?

“Yes.” After a moment of eye contact, she nodded firmly, but then added, “However, without any evidence, there is no way to confront Eviette Robins. You don’t need to go find her anymore.”

Matthew Kings’ expression turned serious. “I had Troy Ritter investigate, but all the evidence points to Mia Stuart.”

The man’s gaze became complicated as he held Veronica Murphy’s hand, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. “Is it possible that Mia Stuart intentionally manipulated those people to say those things?”

It was because of his understanding of Eviette Robins that Matthew Kings dared to make such a statement to Veronica Murphy.

Little did he know, when he spoke those words, Veronica Murphy’s heart felt a slight pang, as if pricked by a needle.

She gazed at him with a faint look in her eyes, unable to contain her curiosity. “Why do you trust Eviette Robins so much? I really want to know about your past with her.”

Veronica Murphy had always disliked hiding things. Being open and honest was her way of doing things.

Originally, Ben didn’t want to interfere with Matthew Kings’ privacy, so she resisted the curiosity in her heart and refrained from inquiring about their past.

But now that she had voiced it, Matthew Kings still leaned towards Eviette Robins. Her question was met with a long silence from Matthew Kings, He let go of Veronica Murphy’s hand, leaned forward slightly, crossed his legs, rested his elbows on his knees, interlaced his fingers, and pondered with his head down.

From Veronica Murphy’s perspective, she could only see his profile, but she could still sense Matthew Kings’ helplessness and inner struggle.

Struggle?

What was he struggling with?

“Sorry, Roni. I can’t tell you about my past with her.”

Yes.

He couldn’t tell her.

He couldn’t tell anyone! As his words fell, there was a long silence in the living room. The silence seemed to amplify the sound of each other’s heartbeat, and even the rustling wind outside the window seemed particularly noisy, causing a sense of annoyance.

Veronica Murphy’s passionate heart gradually turned cold, and for the first time, she couldn’t see the person in front of her clearly.

Was his past with Eviette Robins worth keeping so secret?

Even though he had loved and been intimate with Eviette Robins, that was all in the past, so why would she be so concerned?

But…

She chose to react this way.

“Mmm.”

After a moment, Veronica Murphy nodded, “I understand.” She deliberately yawned and stood up from the couch, “I’m a bit tired, I’ll go rest for a while.”

With that, she walked past the couch and headed towards the bedroom. As she left, Veronica Murphy couldn’t help but glance back at Matthew Kings, who remained seated on the couch, silent and with his head down.

His figure looked dejected and desolate, with an indescribable sense of sadness. She opened the bedroom door and entered, lying down on the bed to rest.

However, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Since they had met, this was the first time they had encountered a rift between them.

Knock, knock, knock…

Matthew Kings knocked on the bedroom door, pushed it open, and walked in. On the bed, Veronica Murphy had her back facing the door, covered with a blanket, pretending to be asleep.

The man walked over, lay down beside her, and reached out to embrace her in his arms, “I just received a call, there’s an urgent matter at the company, I need to go back to Bloomstead.”

“Mmm. Take your time on the road, stay safe,” Veronica Murphy said with her eyes closed, in a perfunctory manner.