Chapter 682 Wounded
Veronica felt bad when she saw how devastated her birth parents were. However, despite how apologetic she felt toward them, she herself was at a point of no return now.
She knew that someone was definitely keeping an eye on her every move from the dark today. It would certainly cause doubt about Matthew’s death if she were to return home.
She had to make it believable from every aspect. She finally returned to the villa after a long and excruciating night. After taking a few days’ rest at home, she left with Crayson to the hidden clan.
It was a few more days of resting for her when they arrived at Castron. Crayson wasn’t in a rush anyway. The only thing he was worried about was Veronica’s physical condition.
On this very night, Veronica was lying in the bedroom resting around midnight when she heard a small sound.
When she was keenly aware of the noise, she reached under her pillow before her fingertips touched a dagger.
She kept the dagger for self-defense, and she only carried it around in case of danger when she least expected it.
However, she had never thought that someone would attempt to do something to her right after she arrived in Castron.
In the dark of the night, she squinted and watched the black figure slowly approaching her. For some reason, she suddenly noticed that the person had no killing intent.
Something flashed through her eyes when realization hit her. “Matt?”
The man must have been surprised when he heard that as he abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Seeing this, Veronica sat up in her bed and turned on the bedside lamp. Sure enough, the man standing in front of her was none other than Matthew.
“Silly girl, how did you know that it is me?”
He was slightly caught off-guard by her.
Despite knowing that she was skilled, he didn’t think she would be able to detect his presence.
As soon as she lifted the blanket, Veronica immediately hopped out of bed and threw herself at him, barefoot. “Long time no see!” she murmured. “I missed you so much.”
Only God knew how worn out she was both physically and emotionally, having to deal with the funeral proceedings these few days.
She had dedicated her lifetime’s worth of acting performance during his funeral. No one knew how tired she was, but she was so exhausted she didn’t feel like talking either.
“I know. I have missed you too.” He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her head before slowly closing his eyes to lose himself in the magical moment of being with her. “I came here because I knew you missed me.”
It was probably because they were connected emotionally, or because Matthew was aware of how true Veronica’s love for him was that he would take the risk to come to her side.
Otherwise, she would definitely feel sad being alone.
She put her arms around his waist, and with her cheek against his chest, she closed her eyes and took shallow breaths. As his scent lingered in her nostrils, it felt as though each beat of his heart she was listening to was tugging at her heartstrings.
“You’re so good to me. I am so happy to see you.” She held him a little harder. “Do you know how tiring this funeral has been? During the funeral, I would somehow think of it as the real thing, and I would think about how scared and miserable I would be if you were gone.”
The funeral had given Veronica the deep realization of how empty and painful it would be when the person she loved was gone. It made her appreciate her feelings for Matthew even more.
“Silly girl, it is all just a show. You… got way too deep into character.”
“No. What is deep is my love for you,” she confessed while gently shaking her head.
Veronica then released Matthew and pulled him along to sit by the bed. As she looked at him, she still felt how close they were even when they were meeting up after some time.
Her deep gaze into his eyes was returned with an equally feverish one from him. It felt as though there was electricity in their eyes that left each other all numb and tingly.
All of a sudden, they reached for each other, and passionately slammed their lips into each other’s.
