Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1117

It was already ten-thirty in the morning by the time Yanny woke up.

Scenes of last night's wild adventure flashed across her head as her head felt heavy when she woke up and every inch of her body was sore.

Last night felt like a dream and she was unable to tell reality and illusion apart. Even her sore and heavy body felt like an illusion to her while she was in her daze.

The huge European-style bedroom felt eerily cold and not as warm and intimate as the previous night. It felt like a traceless dream.

However, a white T-shirt belonging to a man was tossed on the carpet beside the bed.

Yanny chuckled.

Shayne was already missing and it would be impossible for him to return to his office on New Year's Day. Hence, the only reason was that he still was not ready to face her and how to live their future days together.

Yanny did not rush to call him as she wandered around the huge mansion.

Her clothes were still kept in the wardrobe and were not thrown away.

There were a few sets of plates and cutleries still kept in the kitchen cabinet. Everything looked good.

Even her comb was still kept on the makeup table. He did not throw it away.

Aside from traces she had left behind in the house, no traces of other women ever existing could be found.

Plenty of DVDs were placed beside the projector. There were a few pornographic discs kept in the box.

Yanny could not help but laugh.

It seemed that Shayne would also stoop as far as to watch porn. He had the entire world just waiting for him, so how could someone like him be willing to reduce himself to a saint just for a single person? Even a monk would want to eat meat, let alone someone as lustful as Shayne.

However, Yanny did not want to make fun of him as her heart throbbed.

Her heartache had never felt so strong before.

While Yanny stared at the empty couch and huge projector screen, she was able to imagine how boring it must have been for Shayne to lay alone on the huge couch as he relied on those discs to pass his long nights in the last two years or seven hundred plus nights.

Although Yanny was used to being alone, she was able to feel Shayne's loneliness at that moment.

There were plenty of books placed by the couch, a mix of all kinds of different genres.

There were titles such as Hundred Years of Solitude, Sigmund Freud books, Shakespear’s No Longer Human, and some Japanese manga.

There were all kinds of reading material so it was difficult to tell what kind of genre he preferred since not only did he read Sigmund Freud books, he was also reading Japanese manga.

Yanny picked up ‘Hundred Years of Solitude’.

She heard that the book was hard to read. Since Yanny had been incredibly busy in the last two years, she basically did not have any time to read most things, let alone something so difficult.

Countless letters that he had written to her in the last two years were placed in the pile of books.

Yanny picked up a letter and started to carefully read through it by the couch. She noticed that there was a letter in the pile that had ‘Shayne's Reply’ written at the bottom of it.

She had written—

‘Here is a barren land, devoid of any life,

‘Until you came along and walked over it,

‘Life miraculously started to bloom,

‘And here is my heart.’

His reply was as followed—

‘Here is my heart, blossoming with life,

‘Until you came along and walked over it,

‘This is now barren, devoid of life,

‘Leaving behind only enough room for you.’

Yanny felt as if she had made some sort of new discovery as she searched through those letters for any other replies from him.

However, the longer she searched, the heavier she started to tear up.

That was because she found a journal with a steel pen inside it.

It looked like a journal Shayne would randomly write on the couch during the nights he could not sleep.