Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 11

Hah, she was surely a bold one. There were tones of women who wanted to sleep with Heaton in North City. There were also countless women who wanted to be his mistress. However, Verian was the first who had the audacity to say that she wants to become Mrs. Fudd.

Where did her confidence come from?

“It is true that I’m lacking a wife. However, there are many outstanding women who want to be my wife. What rights do you have to negotiate with me, let alone make a deal with me?”

Verian spoke up just when Heaton was about to hang up. “Seeing how you conducted an interview to look for a wife, it seems like your family is pressuring you to get married. I can accept a fake marriage. I would not bother you after the marriage.”

A fake marriage?

Expressionless, Heaton’s lips twitched slightly. ‘This woman is quite an interesting one.’

Verian tried to hold in her nervousness and spoke up again when she did not hear Heaton’s response. “If you marry another woman, she might be very clingy even though it’s just a fake marriage…”

“Are you that confident that you won’t be clingy?”

“Of course. To be honest, Mr. Fudd, I am a frigid woman. My heart died three years ago.”

Three years ago, she was the daughter of a wealthy family, but her life was turned upside down overnight. After experiencing a series of traumatic events such as losing her dignity being a surrogate, her father’s suicide, Jensen’s shameless betrayal, and receiving vicious threats by the Sheen mother and daughter she only had one thing in mind. It was to take revenge.

Heaton was still pondering over the word ‘frigid’. He said in his cold, magnetic voice, “You better be frigid.”

“So… Mr. Fudd…?”

“This is a serious matter, so give me two days to think about it.”

Verian heaved inaudibly. “Alright, I will wait for your reply, Mr. Fudd.”

…

Heaton hung up the phone. A tiny arm pushed open the study room’s door.

“Daddy! Who were you talking to on the phone? Why are you not drawing with me?!”

Hugging her drawing that she had just completed, the little munchkin trotted into the study room with her short legs. Heaton lowered his body and carried his daughter. He looked at his daughter with doting eyes. “Let daddy take a look at Little Jelly Bean’s drawing.”

Heaton looked at the watercolor painting. It was drawn by Little Jelly Bean a few days ago. There was supposed to be only him and Little Jelly Bean in the drawing, but now there was an extra person. Frowning slightly, he asked, “Who is this?”

The little munchkin spoke with a small voice, “This is Monty. I secretly drew it during Monty’s art class because our teacher said that we have to draw ourselves and both our parents. So, I cannot leave out mummy. Daddy, will the other kids believe me if I tell them this is my mummy?”

The little munchkin pointed to Verian on the drawing with her fair fingers as she asked Heaton with innocence on her face.

Heaton was worried that he would upset his daughter. He lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and said, “Yes, they will.”

“Daddy, if Mummy is on Mars and needs a long time to come back, can Monty be my temporary mummy?”

Stunned, Heaton looked at the little munchkin amused as he muttered, “You might need to ask Monty about this.”

She grinned and squinted her eyes happily, “I will ask her tomorrow when I go to school!”

…

Guin grabbed Verian and kept asking questions as soon as she arrived at their house.

“Rainie, how was your interview today?”

Verian facepalmed herself when Guin brought up the topic. “Don’t even mention it. I entered the wrong venue and made a fool of myself.”