Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1186

The acacia tree had grown much sturdier compared to when it was first transplanted into the Luna Mansion.

In the summer, its shade blocked off the sun, completely covering the yard with its cool shade.

The ornately carved metal swing under the acacia tree was spotless. It would appear that someone maintained it regularly.

Yanny sat on the swing and Shayne also took a seat by her side.

Yanny glanced at him but did not speak.

Shayne grabbed onto the swing with his slender arm, as his long leg softly touched the ground. After a few taps on the ground with his leather shoes, the swing started to swing around, slightly wobbly.

Shayne turned around to look at Yanny’s side profile and asked blatantly, “Ever since you’ve gone, I had workers rebuild the small building in the backyard. Do you want to have a look?”

Upon mentioning the small building in the backyard, Yanny’s gaze froze for a moment.

Shayne held onto her hand, then said with a smile, “After rebuilding, it will surely not be used to imprison you once again. I can’t resist slapping myself for those horrible things back then. However, the renovated building did somewhat ‘imprison’ me for two years.”

Yanny was slightly confused.

Shayne got up and said, “Let’s go. I’ll show you.”

Yanny did not decline. He followed Shayne to the backyard.

The outer walls of the small building in the backyard looked new. It had a new layer of paint and the burnt marks from the past were no longer visible.

Yanny walked up those wooden stairs as Shayne followed behind her, saying, “Back then when you just left, I have slept here almost every night, hoping that you would enter my dreams, even if it was just a fleeting visit. Back then I thought that you’re really cruel, refusing to see me even in my dreams.”

Upstairs, Shayne opened the door and Yanny entered the building.

She saw the carved window sill, then said with a warm and calm smile, “Actually, there’s something I haven’t told you. Three years ago, on that Lunar New Year Eve, you wrote in your diary that you’ve lit fireworks for me downstairs. I was actually sitting here, waiting for you the entire night.”

Shayne’s heart trembled as he stared deeply at her.

Yanny walked one round inside the small building. On the study desk in the building, she noticed a piece of torn paper.

Before she could clearly read what was written on the paper, Shayne had beat her to it and grabbed the paper, hiding it behind his back. His big hand crumpled the paper into a ball.

He did not want Yanny to see it.

However, the more he tried to hide it, the more interested Yanny was.

Yanny reached out her hand at him. “What’s that?”

“Nothing. It’s just a piece of scrap paper.” Shayne’s expression made it very obvious.

Yanny opened her palm and stubbornly asked him for it, “I saw something written on it. It’s your handwriting.”

“It’s really nothing…”

Shayne sighed helplessly. It was that type of diary entry written in those lonely and dejected nights. It was fine for him to write it when he was alone. However, to let her read it in front of him, how awkward would that be?

He was never the emotional person. That made him seem quite effeminate instead.

“Shayne, if you don’t let me have a look, I’m going away.”

Yanny motioned to leave.

Shayne blocked her path with his arm. “Please don’t.”

“Then will you let me read it?”

“No.”

Before Shayne could finish his denial, Yanny already bent over and aimed for his back, grabbing the paper ball in his hand.

Shayne backed off. Advancing and backing off, being caught off guard, they both fell onto the sofa at the same time.

Shayne fell onto the sofa while Yanny fell into his embrace.

Their gazes locked.

Shayne’s gaze was filled with a teasing smile as he crumpled the paper in one hand while placing his other hand on her back, mocking her, “You should’ve said it earlier. If you told me earlier that this is your goal, I will surely let you push me over.”

Yanny looked at his mischievous expression, then motioned to reach out and grab the paper ball in his other hand. However, Shayne’s arm was long. When he raised it up to escape her reach, Yanny was no match for him.

“Shayne Jinn!”