Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1185

A single meal that resulted in a verbal warfare.

Shayne and Little Jelly Bean were pissed off at each other.

However, Yanny and Little Jelly Bean got along well.

After the meal, Little Jelly Bean went to her own bedroom and found a set of Monopoly. She ran up to Yanny and said, “Aunt Yanny. You, Daddy, and Monty should come play Monopoly with me!”

Little Jelly Bean has loved to play board games like Monopoly since young. After growing up a little more over the past two years, she did not play it as often, but still loved it.

They had nothing to do after the meal, so Yanny agreed readily, “Sure.”

Heaton, Verian, and Yanny sat on the rug to play Monopoly with the seven year old Little Jelly Bean.

Shayne was sitting by himself at the side, seemingly irritable.

Little Jelly Bean smirked and asked the handsome and bad tempered uncle, “Uncle Jinn, are you sure you don’t want to play with us?”

She was only making a friendly offer to show common courtesy to her guest as the little master of the household.

Shayne huffed and said, “Only brats play with this. If I play, I’m afraid you’ll all lose to me.”

Little Jelly Bean harrumphed disapprovingly, “I’m very good at this game. Daddy, as smart as he is, he would lose to me! Uncle Jinn, you actually don’t know how to play this game, right?! You’re just afraid of losing face after losing the game!”

In the end, Shayne really started competing with a child. He rolled up his sleeves and approached them, taking the opportunity to sit beside Yanny. “Your father is just letting you win. I’ll show you my greatness right now.”

Little Jelly Bean pouted, not buying Shayne’s words at all, thinking it was all a bluff. Her fair little hand grabbed onto a stack of fake paper notes and stuffed it into Shayne’s big hands. “Uncle Jinn, if you lose later, you mustn’t cry!”

Shayne was at a loss for words.

‘Brats these days are getting more and more insolent. I need to show them who’s boss.’

The game started. Shayne was falling behind slightly mid game.

Little Jelly Bean lifted her chin smugly and said, “Uncle Jinn, you’re about to lose!”

Shayne remained calm, not showing the slightest hint of worry. “I’ll make a comeback later.”

A few minutes later, Shayne really made a comeback and won a big sum.

That round, Shayne was the first to reach the finish line and even bankrupted Heaton.

Little Jelly Bean puffed her cheeks, looking slightly disappointed. “Daddy, why aren’t you as good as Uncle Jinn?”

Heaton patted his daughter on the head, consoling her, “We’re bound to slip up sometime.”

Little Jelly Bean responded like an adult, “Uncle Jinn, you beat a girl by that much. No wonder you can’t find a wife. My daddy is much better. He will always let Monty and I win. That’s why my daddy has a wife.”

“... how do I not have a wife?” Shayne retorted.

“You’re now a lonely widow. Aunt Yanny said so. She’s just friends with you,” Little Jelly Bean responded.

Shayne was speechless.

He felt aggrieved. He quickly pulled Yanny’s hand over and stuffed that thick stack of fake notes into Yanny’s hand, then showed off to Little Jelly Bean, “See that? Now I have a wife. The notes I won from you guys are all for getting myself a wife. Understand?”

“Aunt Yanny, Uncle Jinn is already so old and without a wife. He seems rather pitiful. Why don’t you show pity for him?” Little Jelly Bean asked.

‘Little Jelly Bean, that’s a godly assist!’ Shayne thought internally.

It would seem that brat still has a little conscience.

Shayne said, “Yeah, Miss Joy. Look at me at such an advanced age without a wife. Why don’t you take pity on me?”

Yanny retracted her hand, then looked at him with raised brows. She teased, “Why didn’t our government use your skin to make bulletproof vests?”

“It’ll be a shame to use such wonderful skin as mine to make bulletproof vests. It’s best to be saved for my wife to appreciate.”

Yanny burst out laughing from that. She raised her hand to slap him, but it was very light. “Go away. I’m not your wife right now.”

Yanny got up, bid Heaton’s family farewell, then turned around and exited the mansion.

Shayne stood in place, touched the spot he was slapped at, then suddenly laughed like a pervert. He chased after her quickly. “I’ll send you off!”

Shayne blocked Yanny at the mansion’s door, going all the way with his shameless clinginess.

“This road has no taxis. It’s the truth. Not even a single car. Why do you think I said that Heaton’s brain must be fried to have found such a place to build a mansion? Nobody would even find out if they were murdered and left in the open.”

Yanny frowned and looked at him the way she would look at a mentally challenged person. She thought to herself, ‘Brother, I drove here.’

“Please move aside. You’re blocking my car door,” Yanny voiced out.

Shayne turned around and looked. It was a white colored Mercedes-Benz.