The Life Of A Billionaires Wife

The Life Of A Billionaire’s Wife Chapter 65

Chapter 65 A Fight Between Matthew and Veronica

Without asking anything, Matthew simply picked up his glass of wine and downed it. However, before he could even put down his glass, Veronica had already poured herself a second glass and was tilting her head back to gulp it down.

Dark red liquid overflowed from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin to her exquisite collarbone, making her look even more sensual and sultry. As she slammed down her glass, she lifted the bottle once more to pour herself yet another glass.

Her eyes bloodshot, she looked up at Matthew with a wry grin. With a wine bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, she announced, “Another toast to you! Congratulations on… Uh…” Halfway through, Veronica paused, seemingly losing her train of thought. And then, grunted and continued, “Congratulations on your engagement to Tiffany Larson. May you have many years of happiness and as many children as you want.”

The b*stard of a man, marrying the b*stard of a woman. A perfect match indeed!

Aware that she was insulting him, Matthew lifted an eyebrow but merely offered her a polite smile without saying anything. Nevertheless, as she lifted the glass to continue drinking, he reached out and snatched it away. “A 20-year-old wine collection, wasted on you just like that.”

Slam!

The moment he took the glass away, Veronica slapped the table in a rage and glowered at him. “What are you, a miser?” she shouted. “I’m only drinking two bottles! Are you so poor that you would miss them? Hmph!”This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

If he wouldn’t let her drink, she would finish up all of his wine. And so, after yelling at him, she grabbed the bottle and began to drink directly from it.

This time, Matthew didn’t stop her. In exasperation, he watched her polish off half of the bottle, pop another, thereafter getting ready to down it in one gulp once again.

“Enough!” His face darkened, and he tore the bottle from her hands. “You cannot drink when you had a miscarriage less than a month ago!”

The word ‘miscarriage’ made her manically smiling face stiffen, and she glared at him. “And? What are you trying to say? What’s the point in acting so pretentious? Weren’t you the one who forced the child to death? You think the Kingses are so great and illustrious that the rest of us don’t matter. Isn’t that just in your nature?”

Only after learning her true identity did Matthew understand why she had used so much medication in the hopes of miscarrying her child. Thus, when faced with her reprimand, he had no way of refuting her accusations.

Seeing that he had fallen silent, Veronica reached out to snatch the wine bottle back. “Give it to me!”

Unfortunately, before her fingertips could even graze the bottle, he leaned back and dodged her easily.

Incensed, she got up and went to take the wine bottle back, but he loosened his grip, allowing it to hit the ground and smash into a million pieces with a crash. Dark red liquid spread in all directions, staining the white floorboards.

Veronica’s expression froze. She pursed her lips and clenched her right fist, feeling so angry that she moved to shove him, wanting to know why he would treat her that way. Yet, Matthew caught hold of her fist with his bare hand.

Snarling, she swung her left arm at him, only for him to catch hold of her other hand and pull her to him. As the momentum brought her staggering forward, he lifted her right arm over her head and spun her around like they were dancing until she was forced to sit back-to-front in his lap. “Stop fussing.”

“F*ck you!” Veronica was on the verge of breaking down from her long-suppressed emotions, and with a heavy slam of her elbow, she hit his chest.

Underestimating the force she would use, Matthew inadvertently let go. In the next moment, she had stood up and was lifting a foot to kick him. “Would any of this have happened if you hadn’t provoked me? It’s all because of you, you b*stard!”

Though her foot moved quickly, he would not be caught unprepared a second time. Dodging her leg, Matthew grabbed the armrest of the couch and leaped over the side, landing unharmed next to it and successfully evaded her attack.

Seemingly having built up steam, Veronica simply got on the couch and aimed a flying kick at his face. He ducked slightly, evading her moves once again before wrapping an arm around her ankle and pulling her forward. This time, she leaned into the momentum and did a perfect 180 degree spin in mid- air before landing a kick on his shoulder.

As Matthew staggered backward, his eyes flashed with surprise and he gave her a slight smile. “Not bad.”

However, Veronica ignored him in favor of aiming a left hook at him. Once again, he caught her fist with his bare hand and yanked her forward so that she fell into his arms. Following the motion, she wrapped her free leg around him and kicked the back of his as hard as she could so that he toppled backward to the floor.

With a thump, they fell heavily onto the ground, with her on top of him. However, before she could react, he flipped them over and pinned her underneath him. From above, he looked down at her lying

on the floorboards and hooked a finger underneath her chin. “You’re skilled, but you fight too impractically.”

The statement was contemptuous and provocative.

Angered, Veronica snapped, “You’re the impractical one!”

Bracing a foot against the couch next to her, she aimed a fist at his face, and he moved to defend. However, it was only a feint and right as he was about to catch hold of her fist, she suddenly veered downward, punching his stomach.

As Matthew bowed over in pain, she used the foot she had braced against the couch to exert force and flip them over, throwing him off her and quickly standing up. Following that, they got into another intense bout of fighting.

Half an hour later, Veronica finally collapsed to the floor, feeling tired and sweaty. Looking up at Matthew, who was standing above her, she waved a hand in surrender. “I’m done, you b*stard. You’re such a bully.”

She had thought she would be able to vent her anger through the half-hour fight. Only now did she realize that she was no opponent of his. To her knowledge, he likely used less than half of his strength. What she didn’t know was that she had used up only a fraction of his strength. While she was already so tired that she was panting, Matthew still retained his composure. In fact, there wasn’t even a single bead of sweat on his face.

At this moment, he lifted a hand to undo the top two of the buttons of his shirt, revealing a strong chest through the gap in the black fabric. Sitting sideways on the couch, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag before glancing down at her, his gaze inscrutable.

While he had to admit that her skills surprised him, she still wasn’t talented enough to be his opponent. The only reason he was willing to play along with her until the end was that he wanted to give her some catharsis for her bad mood.

With a cold snort, Veronica got up from the floor and went to the bar. She then opened another bottle of wine to start drinking.

Seemingly sensing that Matthew was about to stop her, she pointed at him and snapped, “Shut up. I’m only drinking a few bottles. If you don’t let me drink, I’ll smash all of them. Not only that, but I’ll tell your grandmother you were shamelessly having an orgy.”