Chapter 84
“Well, that‘s what happens when you drink too much. You don‘t have a good alcohol tolerance, so don‘t drink so much in the future, okay?”
Since Veronica was staying at Matthew‘s place, she was somewhat nicer to him now.
Inclining his head, he answered, “Okay.” After going to sit down behind the desk, he asked, “Did I do anything after I got drunk?”
“Do anything?” she echoed. Recalling the kiss he had forced upon her the moment she entered the door, she said, “Don‘t tell me you forgot who helped you to your room.”
In response, he lifted a hand to rub his nose while thinking about it in apparent seriousness. “Vaguely… I remember it was… Tiffany.”
“Oh” Veronica drawled before nodding. “That‘s fine, then.”
From the look of things, Matthew had mistaken her for Tiffany.
If that was the case, he was still someone she could rely on.
For as long as Veronica could rely on him, she would, since she would be able to save up her money while guaranteeing that she slept safely every night. After all, in the coming days, the Larsons would no doubt try their best to get rid of her.
As long as she was alive, her foster parents would be just fine.
Veronica was certain that, now that she was Elizabeth‘s god–granddaughter, the Larsons would not dare to lay a hand on her foster parents.
Of course, if she died, she would not be able to guarantee her foster parents‘ safety.
That was why she fully intended to stay alive–just to spite the Larsons!
Back in the present, after closing the door of the study after her, Veronica retreated to her bedroom and played with her phone for a while before finally falling asleep at 4 AM
The next day at 7 AM, Veronica woke up.
As she left the bedroom after washing up, she smelled something delicious in the air.
It was the aroma of tasty food.
Instantly, her stomach betrayed her by grumbling.
Since she could see Matthew in the dining room, she stretched and walked over to him. “What tasty food are you eating and why didn‘t you invite me to have it with
you?”
There was only a glass of milk and sandwiches for one on the table.
Incredulous, she stared at him. “Where‘s mine?”
How dare he make food only for himself?
“Kitchen,” he answered before picking up the sandwich and elegantly eating.
Somewhat doubtfully, Veronica headed into the kitchen, whereupon she saw two hard–boiled eggs and a serving of nutty banana oatmeal.
Carrying the things out into the dining room, she sat down opposite him and asked, “Where did you get the food from? I didn‘t know anyone delivered so early.”
To her knowledge, only mom–and–pop restaurants would open so early in the morning, but the oatmeal she was eating didn‘t seem to be from such a place.
Moreover, there was no way someone like Matthew would stoop to buying such cheap food.
Shooting her a sharp, unhappy glare, he said, “If you don‘t want it, you can put it away.”
Of course, she understood his meaning, Keep your mouth shut while you‘re eating!
“I want it. Of course I want it. I‘ll shut up now.” With that, Veronica lowered her head to eat. However, she didn‘t get too far before she couldn‘t help sighing, “Ah–it‘s fantastic. It‘s so delicious. Would you like to try some?” She scooped up a spoonful and held it up to Matthew‘s mouth. “It‘s the best oatmeal I‘ve ever tasted.”
Since the table in the penthouse wasn‘t particularly large, she only had to lean forward slightly to hold out the spoon to him.
For a moment, Matthew paused in the middle of chewing his sandwich to look at her with a complicated gaze. As their eyes met, each could see that the other had something on their mind.
His pause made her exclaim as she came to her senses, “Oh–you‘re fastidious about cleanliness. You definitely won‘t use a spoon I‘ve used before.”
With that, she withdrew the spoon, preparing to put the oatmeal into her mouth.
Right at that moment, Matthew caught hold of Veronica‘s wrist and leaned forward to eat the oatmeal.
His actions were cultured and refined. Even his chewing motions were enviably elegant and sophisticated.
And then, he let go of her hand.
This time, Veronica was the one to pause for a long moment. “Aren‘t… Aren‘t you a clean freak? Did you really put something with my saliva on it into your mouth?”
She was so surprised that her jaw nearly fell open.
“I‘m simply getting used to the idea,” Matthew answered carelessly.
Somewhat stupidly, she repeated, “Getting used to… the idea?”
At this point, he cut her a disdainful glance. “Once Grandma announces your identity to the outside world on her birthday, you‘ll be moving into the Kings Residence. When that happens, we‘ll have to share a dinner table every day. Don‘t you think I‘ll need to get used to the idea?”
“That‘s true,” she said after some consideration.
After all, sharing a table meant there would undoubtedly come a point when they would be helping themselves from the same platter. Once that happened, Matthew would likely be eating the same food Veronica‘s cutlery touched, anyway, which would be no different from him eating something with her saliva on it.
That was why his explanation seemed reasonable.
Without overthinking everything that just happened, she tilted her head at him and asked expectantly, “Well? What do you think?”
Swallowing the oatmeal, he answered calmly, “It‘s okay.”
His words made Veronica‘s face fall, and she frowned unhappily before sneering. “Rich people really have too much good food. I can‘t believe you‘d call such delicious oatmeal okay. Doesn‘t your conscience hurt to say that?”
Deep down, she complained, Finicky, arrogant son of a b*tch!
Quietly, Matthew raised his eyebrows at her oatmeal.
Since it was quite a large bowlful–about half the portion of a packet of instant noodles–she groaned upon finishing it, “Ugh! I‘m so full.”
Stuffed to the brim, she pulled out a paper napkin to wipe her mouth.
“Drink this,” Matthew instructed, placing the glass of milk in front of her while she was cleaning her mouth.
Upon seeing that, Veronica paused. “Why are you being so nice to me? Are you making a move on me?”
.
“It‘d be wasted if I threw it away,” he answered lightly, getting up to leave the dining room and not forgetting to remind her, “Clear the table.”
“Pft!” Veronica scoffed with a slight grimace, rubbing her slightly warm cheek in embarrassment.
To think she had assumed Matthew was being nice to her because he was interested in her. Apparently, he was only treating her as a recycling bin because he couldn‘t finish his food!
Rolling her eyes, she lifted the glass of milk and downed it in one go before taking the dishes into the kitchen to wash them.
By the time she was done, it was already 8 AM, so she packed up her things and prepared to leave the penthouse.
Coincidentally, Matthew was also leaving.
Glancing at each other, the pair did not utter a word as they entered the elevator.
Ding!
After the doors shut, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at her. “Where are you going?”
“To work.”
“Where do you work?”
“Of course it‘s—” Having been about to say ‘Xavier‘s company, Veronica corrected herself upon recalling Matthew‘s distaste toward Xavier the previous evening. “A job interview. I recently submitted my resume.”
“Take whatever you can get. Once Grandma‘s birthday is over, I‘ll arrange for you to join the Spinfluence Group.”
“What?”
