Chapter 718 The Hidden Clan Dialect
Mateo wanted Veronica’s opinion on it. Veronica, on the other hand, propped one arm against the door frame while holding the knob on the other as she pondered for a second. “I’ll just stay here since I like the place. The view is nice, and it’s easy to get to the market.”
Most importantly, the place was close to downtown, making it convenient for Matthew to visit her. “Alright, then. I’ll bring the learning materials over.”
With that, Mateo went downstairs to return in no time with a large stack of books and papers in his arms. “Here you go. These are everything you need to learn the hidden clan dialect. You can look through them first.”
“You said it yourself; this is the hidden clan dialect, and in case you’ve forgotten, I know nothing about it.”
“Grandpa long reminded me to prepare a local version. You’ll be able to understand,” he explained. Veronica quirked a brow slightly in response as she took the learning materials from him. “How thoughtful of your grandfather.”
The young man heard the insinuation in her tone. Nonetheless, he didn’t respond to it and instead played dumb. “Yeah, he really sees you as a granddaughter.”
“Anything else?” Veronica turned grim the next second. Even the surrounding air turned chilly.
At some point, she started rejecting Crayson a little, no longer wanting to hear anything about him.
“That’s all. Roni—”
Slam!
The poor young man hadn’t even finished his words when Veronica took a step back with the materials in her hand and slammed the door shut, keeping him out.
“Roni, I know you can’t forgive Grandpa just yet, but I hope you can understand him. He has a good reason.”
However, no response came from inside the room.
“You might not know this, but Grandpa would tell me a lot about you whenever he came back from Bloomstead, and every time he talked about you, his eyes would light up, and he’d wear a smile on his face. I envy you sometimes with how much Grandpa adores you.”
Well, I don’t need this kind of adoration, nor do I want it, Veronica mused.
“Roni… Sigh, forget it. You should rest early.” Mateo wanted to continue on, but he realized Veronica wouldn’t respond at all. So he left, done speaking his thoughts.
After he left, Veronica looked through the learning materials at her desk and was intrigued since they were indeed in the local language.
Later on, Veronica had trouble sleeping as it approached midnight, tossing and turning in bed, still wide awake.
It was pitch black inside since the lights had been switched off, but as the moon hung high up in the sky, the moonlight was able to shine through the window, illuminating the dark room a little.
Just then, a silhouette entered through the window, and Veronica smiled instantly upon seeing his shadow.
Meanwhile, the man approached her and looked silently at the young woman in bed.
Just when he assumed she was sound asleep, Veronica jumped up, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into her arms. “I knew you’d come!”
The faint familiar scent immediately attacked Matthew’s nose following her approach, and he loved the scent as it belonged only to his beloved Veronica.
Matthew returned the hug and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Were you waiting for me?”
“Mm-hmm. I missed you,” Veronica answered frankly. “So I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Silly girl. Are you not afraid I won’t show up?” He smiled. Though the moonlight outlined his profile in the dark, it wasn’t strong enough for her to see his expression.
At that, she felt his cheek while mumbling, “I’m not. I’m only afraid you’d get caught.”
“What are you thinking? You think a mere bamboo house can stop me? How can I be your husband if I can’t even deal with this?”
