Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1191

Yanny was now traumatized whenever it snowed.

It was because of him.

Shayne returned to the bedroom and snuggled into the sheets. Slightly awake, Yanny snuggled next to him and mumbled, “Get some sleep. It’s bad for your health to always stay up this late.”

Shayne was the type of person who could work well even with a few hours of sleep. It did not matter if he stayed up late or not.

He leaned in and planted a kiss on the top of her head. With a hoarse and deep voice, he said, “I am back alive, Yanny. The snowstorm did not kill me. I am even grateful for the snowstorm, as it brought you back to me.”

Yanny was wide awake now.

Her back stiffened. She turned and looked at Shayne under the faint lights. “Did grandma tell you?”

“It’s snowing. If you’re scared, come and hug me close. I won’t ever leave your side again.”

His voice was firm yet comforting, giving one a sense of security.

There was nothing more soothing than to be able to feel his warmth and heartbeat next to her.

Yanny looked at him and smiled. Her eyes were slightly teary. “Shayne, have you ever regretted it? Say, if you have loved and married someone else instead, you wouldn’t have to go through all these troubles for the past 10 years and that you could have been happily married with kids?”

Shayne held her face in his hands, leaned toward her while placing his forehead against hers, and grinned lightly. “Silly, I was willing to suffer for 10 years because it was for you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been willing to do so. There is only one Yanny in this world, and she’s right here with me.”

He placed her hands on his heart. His gaze was soft, warm, and firm. She was all that he could see.

He added, “I’m ill-tempered, impatient, easily annoyed, and not so much of a gentleman. I’m sorry that you have to put up with my bad traits as my wife.”

Yanny shook her head. What was there to be sorry about when he had treated her with gentleness and patience?

How could there possibly be unjustness being his wife?

Yanny burrowed her teary-face within his neck as she said in a slightly raspy voice, “Jordan, let’s get our wedding certificate sorted out tomorrow.”

Slightly taken aback, Shayne burst into laughter. “I’d forgotten if you did not remind me about it. We are now in a situation similar to that of driving without a license. It felt like a decade had passed. Yanny, we ought to have a proper wedding this time. It’s time for me to return you the wedding which I owed you three years ago.”

“It doesn’t matter as long as I’m married to you. The wedding ceremony is just a formality. It’s not a big deal.”

“But I care. I want the world to know that I’m marrying Yanny and that she belongs to me now. Also, my wife is the one and only Yanny. You can just be there, and not do anything, even so, you are already my everything.”

Placing her arms around Shayne, Yanny discussed with him. “Shayne, when my health gets better, I want to have a child with you.”

“I thought we agreed on not having a child. Ben doesn't recommend that you get pregnant. If anything happened to you while giving birth, I…”

Not letting Shayne finish his sentence, Yanny covered his lips with her hands. She looked him in his eyes and said, “I want to give it a try. I have yet to run out of luck. I’ve encountered a lot of hardship for the past 28 years and there were times that I’d wonder if I’ve used up all of my luck to meet you.”

“I don’t envy those who can give birth as I don’t really adore children. I just want to prove that… I love you. All this while, I know that Lucas and the others think that you love me more than I do and that they feel that I am lying to you. This is because I look like I could bring you trouble. However, it doesn’t matter what they think of me even if I could be a calculative person or that I’m just using you. I have never cared about what they think.”

“But it matters to me how they perceive you. I’m worried that they would think of you as someone incapable of getting his wife pregnant, or that it's such a shame that Shayne’s wife is not willing to have his child. Shayne, I don’t wish to see them vilifying you this way.”

With his eyes slightly teary, he looked at her in a daze and said, “But Yanny, I don’t care about what people think of me.”

“However, I care about how they think of you. This is because you are someone that I hold dear in my heart.”

Holding his hands, Yanny placed his hands to where her heart was. She looked at him with teary eyes, smiled gently, and said, “I have never thought about becoming a mother, but if you are the father to my child, I am betting that I am still a lucky person. The worst that could happen would be fetal death, if not, haemorrhaging during delivery. If the worst happens, we don’t have to keep the child. I know you’ll do your best to keep me safe.”

“Yanny…”