Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1017

At eleven o'clock at night, Joy gave a call to Shayne and said she missed him.

'That's new,' Shayne thought.

In the half a year that they knew each other, it was the first time Joy had proactively looked for him.

He thought that she would never ever look for him.

When Joy stepped out of the car at Luna Mansion, the biting cold wind assailed her neck and seeped into her clothes. She rewrapped her scarf, covered her face, stuffed her hands into her coat, and quickly walked toward the mansion’s front door.

Shayne had left the door unlocked for her after the call.

She could feel a gust of warmth greeting her as soon as she stepped inside.

The thermostat was on a comfortable setting. There was not a single hint of chill in the mansion.

Shayne was a nocturnal animal. He was still dressed in the shirt and slacks he wore to the office in the day. She could see that he had just got back from work and had not planned to bathe or sleep yet.

After changing into a pair of slippers, Shayne pulled her into his embrace.

The strong smell of masculinity instantly enveloped her. He smelled nice, as crisp and sharp as ice-cold seawater. She could also catch a whiff of tobacco; evidently, he had smoked not too long ago.

The man lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "You're looking for me so late at night? Do you miss me that much?" His tone was ominous and wild.

Joy buried her head into his chest and discreetly took a deep breath. When she lifted her head again, gone was the gloom, instead replaced by coyness and seduction. She reached out to hug his neck and leaned closer into him. "We haven't met for more than a month, Shayne. Don't you miss me?"

Shayne felt somewhat smug when he saw her falling into his arms. He lifted his chin and said dismissively, "I've forgotten about you."

Joy had been taking the initiative. She did not say anything when she heard those words. Instead, she closed her eyes, gently rubbed her lips against his thin ones, and fondled his hair. "But I miss you."

Shayne mischievously pressed a slender finger on her lips. "How have you been missing me?"

Joy brashly pressed onto Shayne and kissed him eagerly.

In the dim living room, Shayne did not expect that the woman would make the first move. He took a step backward because of the momentum but quickly held her tightly in his arms and looked at her teasingly with his profound eyes. 'Looks like she really misses me.'

Outside, the night sky started to snow.

Tonight had been wild, but she did not feel sleepy at all. She did not forget why she was there.

"Are you asleep, Shayne?"

Shayne reached out with his large hand, hugged her waist, and pulled her closer. His voice was low and hoarse, and he was smiling at her teasingly while their foreheads touched.

Joy took a deep breath and clung to his arm with her petite hands. "Can you lend me two hundred thousand bucks, Shayne?"

Shayne abruptly opened his eyes and glared at her. Joy could feel a chill course down her spine.

'So she doesn't miss me, but she misses…my money?'

Shayne chuckled coldly. He pinched her chin with his fingers and looked at her with disdain. "Two hundred thousand?" His tone of voice was arrogant.

Joy turned pale, but the dim light managed to conceal her embarrassment. "If you think that it's not worth it, you can order me to do whatever you wish."

Shayne was seething inside. He pressed her down and glared at her icily. "Are you willing to do anything just so you can get money?"

Joy looked straight at him and spat out a single word, "Yes."

She really needed the money.

She was also afraid that he was reluctant to give her the money so she tried to provoke him. "If you won’t give it to me, I can go borrow it from someone else. I’m willing to sacrifice my principles for money."

Shayne gritted his teeth. He could feel the veins in his forehead bulging. "Get lost."

Joy's words must have angered him.

Joy draped her body with a sheer nightgown. She did not leave. She instead stretched out her hand and said unyieldingly, "At least give me a hundred thousand."

Shayne pressed his tongue hard on his hard palate and chuckled. "One hundred thousand? Do you think you're made of diamonds, Joy?"

"Give me money." Joy was not going to leave. She was not going to beg either.

She was as stubborn as a bull.

Shayne was incredibly frustrated. He abruptly grabbed her outstretched arm and savagely pulled her into his embrace.

He was not going to go easy on her.

He bit her lip and tasted blood. The storm clouds in his eyes were roiling.

"You've brought this upon yourself, Joy."

Joy held back the pain. "Remember, Shayne. You need to pay for touching me."

Shayne frowned as his face was murderously gloomy. His arms were hugging Joy's waist so tightly as though he wanted to crush it.

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Shayne tore off a check, wrote a number on it with a pen, and tossed it at her. "Three times, three hundred thousand," he said sinisterly.

Joy looked at the check next to her feet. She bent down, picked it up, and forced a grin on her face. "Thank you, Shayne. Remember to call me whenever you miss me."