Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1146

Recently, Shayne had some workers restore the villa at the back of the mansion to its original state.

Although the villa bore traces of burns from the fire, it was now suitable to live in, and similar pieces of furniture were acquired. It looked relatively similar to when Yanny was staying in the villa.

At night, Shayne could not sleep. These days, the sedatives seemed to have lost their effectiveness on Shayne as they were administered too frequently. Even a long-acting sedative would not be effective to help with Shayne’s sleep anymore.

With endless sleepless nights, Shayne was like a withering corpse, a body without a soul.

Shayne went into the small building alone.

In the attic, he sat near an old window, staring out at the bright moonlight.

In North City, the nights in April were slightly chilly.

Not far from the mansion, there seemed to be a celebration as fireworks were being continuously lit up.

Though the fireworks display was splendid, they quickly ended. Those fireworks, though glorious yet disappear readily, gleaming splendidly.

Through the fireworks, Shayne thought of the times when Yanny was trapped in this small building, where she would sit by the window frame all by herself while watching the darkroom being lit up by the fireworks.

Should those lights that landed in her eyes were the fireworks that he personally lit, it would have been better.

He broke the promise after all.

Shayne sat in front of the window frame in a daze, pulled out the diamond ring, and stared at the ring for quite a while.

Shayne spent quite a fortune on the diamond ring from an auction. The ring was designed by a world-class jewelry designer. Shayne had already made preparations and when the time was right, he would have proposed to Yanny.

Funnily enough, Yanny had already asked him to marry her when Shayne had yet to propose.

At that time, Shayne thought that the lady that he set his eyes on was definitely special, as no lady would have proposed first.

What he did not tell her was how pleased and how joyful he felt at that moment.

Although the ring this costly and unique looked good, there was nothing especially glorious about it. It was as if the ring had to be worn by Yanny, for it to be dazzling enough.

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In the middle of the night, Samantha woke up, worried that Shayne being absent-minded would get into an accident. She went to take a look but realized that Shayne’s bedroom door was wide open, and he was not in there.

Samantha found the small building and once she ascended the wooden stairs, and stood by the door, she could already see Shayne sitting in front of the window in a trance, with a lost expression on his face.

Samantha stood still for a long time. She did not dare to disturb him because she knew that he must be thinking about Sister Yanny.

Shayne’s sleepless nights were, however, not a solution. When a person dies, there would be nothing left, but those who were alive should continue to live properly.

Samantha could not stand to interrupt, but she knew she had to speak up. “Brother, Sister Yanny had already been gone for so many days. Actually… we should bury her ashes, pick a good site, and hold a modest funeral. It has to be organized, so what do you think?”

With droopy eyes, Shayne stared at the ring between his fingers. He stayed silent for some time, and with a faint voice, he asked, “How is it that everyone thinks that she is dead, but I don’t feel anything at all?”

Samantha was slightly taken aback.

Shayne turned his head to Samantha who was standing by the door. His gaze was hidden with imploration and doubts as he asked, “Samantha, do you also think that...Yanny is dead?”

Samantha’s fingers picked on the door. Feeling rather conflicted, she pursed her lips and did not dare to speak.

She was afraid to say the wrong things.

After thinking for a long while, Samantha said, “Brother, it is not a good idea to not bury Yanny’s ashes.”

As if he was finally tired, and he could not be bothered to clear himself anymore, Shayne said, “You can do whatever it is that you want to.”

Samantha swallowed her saliva.