Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1199

When Shayne was almost done with his cigarette, a young nurse came running out from the hospital looking for someone.

For afar, she saw Shayne’s silhouette and ran over quickly to bring him news. “I finally found you, Mr. Jinn. Mrs. Jinn is awake now and she wants to see you!”

His fingers that were holding the cigarette stopped in place. He quickly threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray above the rubbish bin and took big strides into the hospital.

Yanny was finally awake.

Samantha followed Shayne into the patient ward.

The moment Shayne pushed open the door, he saw Yanny sitting up in the bed. She looked pale and weak, but the look she had on her face when she saw Shayne had a trace of tenderness.

“Where have you been? How could you be in the mood to play when I’m lying here like this? I heard from grandpa that you didn’t even visit the child and it was also grandpa who named the child. Why are you acting up Shayne?”

Though it seemed like she was nagging, Yanny’s eyes showed traces of tease. She obviously did not want him to worry.

Shayne was just staring at her. After a few seconds, he took big strides toward the bed and pulled Yanny into a tight embrace. “I would have hurt the child if anything were to happen to you. Yanny, you better stay alive and healthy, if not…”

Pushing him away lightly, Yanny saw that his eyes were slightly red. She teased, “Tell me, Shayne, what happens then? How could you even think of hurting the child when he is your own son?

Seeing him with a cold expression, Yanny held his hands and comforted him. “Alright now, aren’t I well and alive? Though as of now I can’t be up and about, but after some time, I will return to being the alive and kicking Mrs. Jinn, okay?”

Shayne still had his brow furrowed tightly, and he was still mad. Holding his hands, Yanny pinched and shook his hands and teased affectionately, “Shayne? Master Shayne? Jordan? Little Shayne?”

Reaching out, Shayne flicked her forehead lightly. “There will be no next time.”

It was as if he was worried that she did not take his words seriously. He stared at her with a stern gaze and uttered word by word, “Yanny, I am being serious here.”

“I know.”

Shayne let out a long sigh and pulled her into his embrace again. He spoke with a low and deep voice, “Yanny, do you know that you are betting your life on the line? You are not only risking your life, but mine as well. When you passed out right under my eyes after losing a big amount of blood, it was as if my world came crashing down. The feeling of having the world right in your hands only to be taken away in seconds… I don't want to go through that kind of feeling again.”

Yanny grinned and looked up at him. She knew that he was traumatized by what had happened. “I’m sorry that you had to go through all this, Shayne. I will not be that stubborn anymore and I will take better care of myself, for you, and for me.”

Suddenly, a loud crying sound was heard and it was near the patient ward.

Old Master Jinn walked over with the baby in his hands with a nurse following behind him.

Old Master Jinn uttered, “The baby kept crying. I think he is hungry. Here, have a look at him.”

The nurse added, “Usually the newborn needs to feed on the mother’s milk but because Mrs. Jinn had passed out for a few days, we fed the baby with formula instead. We are in a headache now as the child is hell-bent on not drinking the formula today.”

The nurse even had the baby bottle with her.

The days when Yanny was unconscious, the child was kept in PICU where the hospital nurses took good care of him.

Yanny voiced, “Grandpa, can you bring the child over so that I can have a good look at him?”

Old Master Jinn passed the child to Yanny.

Yanny cradled the child in her arms.

Shayne asked, “Do you have the strength to hold him?”

Yanny had lost a large amount of blood and had just regained her consciousness after a few days of passing out. She was too weak and had hardly any strength left in her body to care for the baby.

Yanny grinned and said, “Why not you hold him?”

Shayne furrowed his brows slightly. He was not used to holding such a soft and light ‘thing’.

The child stopped his crying not long after Yanny cradled him in her arms.

“Pass me the milk bottle.”

Receiving the milk bottle from the nurse, Yanny put the bottle into his small mouth and teased gently, “Little Jonathan, it’s time to drink milk.”