Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1167

The Farmhouse Manor halfway up the mountain was just a place to eat and did not provide lodging. Therefore, there were limited rooms. Other than the owner’s own room, there were two other guest rooms.

One room has been taken up by a young couple. They were there on their honeymoon but did not expect it to be a red rainstorm alert.

There was another room, taken up by Yanny and Peter.

Peter was considered Yanny’s biggest client. Because of this, Yanny was polite. She made the owner get them two more thick duvet covers. She laid them on the floor and said, “You sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Peter’s eyes widened. Not only was she not shy, but she was quite open as well.

“Sigh, you’re being disrespectful!”

Yanny looked at him confusingly. “I’ve just given you the bed, what else should I do to give you respect?”

“What I mean is, no matter what, I’m still considered a good-looking man. Standing in front of a good-looking person, won’t you blush or your heart beat even faster? At least pretend to be shy. Being together in the same room with me, the author you’re pursuing, don’t you feel honored and a little shy?”

Yanny looked at him as if she were looking at a child and said, “I’m a once pregnant divorcee so what’s there to be shy about? Furthermore, it’s like a youth hostel here. You sleep on the top bunk bed and I’ll sleep on the bottom bunk. Our clothes are in order so what’s there to be shy about?”

“You’ve been pregnant before? A divorcee?” Peter looked at her in disbelief. He harrumphed and said, “I wouldn’t think that you would be so smooth in creating stories. If your company ever goes bankrupt, you can follow me and write novels. Perhaps you might even have a future in it.”

Yanny was speechless.

After taking his shower, Peter came out in pajamas. He noticed Yanny was walking around the room with her handphone in her hand. From time to time, she would lift her handphone up.

While towel drying his hair, Peter asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m searching for a signal. I just checked my email. I realized that there’s an emergency matter that I have to handle at work. I want to contact my colleagues.”

Peter joked at her, “This woman. You’re so calm. I thought you were desperately trying to find a signal because you’re worried that you would die here and want someone to rescue you. Turns out, it’s just because of your job. Sigh. Has anyone ever told you that you’re really as cold as a robot?”

“Yes.”

“I see, so someone else has the same views as me.”

“That someone else is you.”

Peter was left speechless.

The signal tower on the hill was destroyed by the heavy storm. The internet inside was long disconnected. Even the handphone’s signal was only 1G. Most of the time, there was no signal at all.

It took some time before it became a 2G signal. Suddenly, a phone call came through.

The caller ID wrote ‘Samuel Lane’.

Yanny picked up. “Hello, Samuel?”

On the other end of the line, Samuel asked worriedly, “I heard from Kiki that you’ve gone to the Empress Tree City to look for Peter Brook to get the deal signed. There’s a huge storm and mudslide there. Where are you now? Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Peter and I are stuck halfway up Mount Lily, at the Farmhouse Manor. We’re fine. We just don’t know when this storm will stop.”

Yanny just finished saying that sentence when her handphone signal got cut off again. There was a static sound coming from the phone and soon, the call dropped.

There was no signal again.

Peter said, “Don’t waste your time and effort. The signal towers on the mountain have all been destroyed. We’re halfway up, six hundred meters above sea level. It’s still possible to receive a signal from the bottom of the mountain. Just wait for the rain to stop.”

Yanny stood next to the closer. She shook her head and kept fidgeting with her phone.

It suddenly turned dark in front of her as a huge figure loomed over her.

She furrowed her brows slightly. She lifted her head and looked at Peter in confusion.

Peter only used one hand to support himself by the closet behind her, sandwiching her between him and the closet.

Peter was 183 centimeters tall. However, Yanny was quite tall as well. All she had to do was look up slightly and she would meet him clearly at his eye level.

Without the black-framed specs, it had to be said that Peter indeed looked like a pretty boy from a comic book. It was a huge difference from what Yanny perceived authors to usually look like. She thought that because they worked from home writing, male authors tended to look like the more ‘studious’ type.

Peter’s eyes lowered to look at her. He asked, “Is your heart beating faster?”

“...No.”

Peter was not satisfied so he leaned closer against her. “How about now?”

“...Still no.”

Peter was annoyed, “You are an ice-cold robot! How do you have no reaction whatsoever to my looks? I’m handsome!”

Yanny looked at him in confusion. “What reactions should I have?”

Peter was speechless. He threw his tower aside.