Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1037

Yanny was not asleep when Shayne stepped out of the shower. She was waiting for him.

Shayne walked over to the bed. He was going to hug her when Yanny stretched out and started to unbutton his pajamas.

Shayne frowned and grabbed her hands. "What are you doing?"

"You want me to stay over tonight, so aren't we doing that?" She asked doubtfully.

Shayne's mood utterly changed in that instant. He tossed her hands away unhappily.

'Does she think that I'm that type of man?'

Shayne said coldly, "Get out."

"Shayne?" Yanny was confused.

"Get out. Didn't you hear me?"

It was very obvious that he was in one of his moods.

Yanny could not do anything else but get out of bed, put on her slippers, and walk toward the door.

"Close the door!" Shayne yelled rudely after Yanny stepped out.

Yanny did so obediently.

She remained rooted outside the door, wondering how she had angered Shayne.

'Is he unhappy that I took the initiative?

'Does he favor passive girls?'

The more she thought about it, the more baffled she became.

Samantha stepped out of her room for a drink and saw Yanny standing in front of her brother's room and asked, "Why are you standing there, Yanny?"

Yanny laughed awkwardly and pointed at the door. "I got driven out of the room…"

Samantha nearly choked on her water when she heard that. "Cough cough! How capable has my brother become to drive a woman out of his bedroom?!"

Yanny rubbed her neck. She did not mind it. "I'll sleep on the couch downstairs."

"We have guest rooms. It'll be uncomfortable sleeping on the couch."

Yanny could not be bothered to make the beds in the guest rooms. "Never mind. I'll just sleep downstairs for one night. I'm feeling a little hungry so I'll make supper."

Samantha's eyes sparkled upon hearing food. "I'll follow you downstairs, Yanny. I'm hungry too."

The fridge in the kitchen was stocked with ingredients. Yanny prepared sukiyaki.

"How sinful to eat sukiyaki in the middle of the night!" Samantha said as she slurped a mouthful of udon noodles.

"It's fine once in a while," Yanny said with a smile.

"I think so too." Samantha happily stuffed a cheese rice cake into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Shayne flipped around on his bed. He could not sleep at all.

'Did she actually get out when I told her to?'

Shayne got out of bed, stomped angrily on the floor barefooted, and opened the door to take a look.

From the second floor corridor, he could see the dining table below. Yanny and Samantha were happily eating supper while toasting each other with iced cold cola.

"…" Shayne was speechless.

He was inexplicably bothered by the fact that Yanny was not sitting there sulking and sobbing like a widow.

'Supper at this time? I hope you get fat.'

…

After supper, Samantha brought Yanny a blanket.

Yanny brushed her teeth, then wrapped herself up in the blanket and slept on the couch.

Considering that it was an imported luxurious couch, it was quite comfortable.

However, that was the first time Yanny spent the night in Shayne's mansion. Before this, Shayne had always gone over to the apartment at River Road to look for her.

In the unfamiliar environment, she did not sleep that well.

She started browsing on her phone and accidentally tapped on Whatsapp.

Late at night and alone, her mind started wandering to places that she never wished to return.

First love was like aged wine, intoxicating and nostalgic.

She was not fond of using Messenger when she was sixteen. Samuel thought the same. He said that it was troublesome to send files in Messenger. Whatsapp had more functions.

That was why Yanny and Samuel had always messaged each other on Whatsapp.

It should be early in the evening in England, where Samuel was.

Samuel's user name was grayed out. Perhaps he had stopped using the app.

Yanny curiously tapped on his profile page.

Samuel's profile was empty, save for several status updates, the last of which was several years ago.

One of them was about her.

It was a photo with her. The caption was brief, but it encapsulated their relationship.

[Girlfriend.] It read.