Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1201

During a snowstorm of a particular winter, it snowed for several days and nights.

Yanny woke up from nightmares for several days.

Each of those times, she would be clutching tightly onto Shayne’s arms.

Shayne decided to help his wife unravel the psychological trauma that he had caused.

That winter morning, Shayne wooed Yanny to board their private helicopter.

Yanny asked, “Where are we going?”

Shayne raised his eyebrows and replied, “To watch some snow.”

Yanny was speechless.

Shayne and Yanny had already seen the snow from Paektu Mountain, Switzerland, Finland, and so on… They already visited all the countries with beautiful snow scenery.

For the entire month’s trip, they had only been watching sceneries of snow. Meanwhile, he would stay by her side at all times, providing her with a complete sense of security.

Shayne asked, “Mrs. Jinn, are you still afraid of snow now?”

Yanny smiled and said, “I’m no longer scared of it, but I’m not tired of snow. It seems like I’ve just watched all the snow I needed for the next decade. Now however, I’m just irritated at the sight of snow.”

Shayne lowered his head, moving his gaze onto her. He said, “If you don’t want the snow, I can accompany you to watch some spring rain, thunder, blooming flowers of summer, the autumn moon… and all other breathtaking sights of the world.”

‘Although time changes everything, my love for you will remain, always by your side.’

…

Another weird incident…

It was recorded as Shayne’s biggest embarrassment.

When Jonathan Jinn was seven years old, he had a severe fever due to viral flu.

Shayne brought his son over to the hospital for an injection.

However, because it was a viral flu, they needed to take a blood test first.

When they drew blood, Shayne kept covering his eyes, trying to block the view.

Jonathan was curious. “Dad, why are you constantly covering your eyes? Are you unwell?”

Just as Shayne was turning over to speak with him, he saw the needle drawing bright red blood into the syringe.

Shayne’s pupils dilated, then he immediately passed out on the spot.

Jonathan was speechless.

‘What’s going on? Isn’t this needle taking my blood?’

If anyone were to pass out, it should be him. Why was his father out cold instead?

Shayne was hemophobic.

When Yanny arrived, she was both amused and sympathetic.

Seeing him lying on the sick bed, she could not resist teasing him, “Even Jonathan knows that you’re hemophobic now.”

Shayne cast her a sideward glance wearily. He frowned and whined, “What about it? I can’t be hemophobic?”

“Jonathan said that it’s rather weird to see a man being hemophobic.”

Shayne was rendered speechless as the edge of his eyes twitched. ‘Brat, how dare you make a joke at my expense? I’ll smack your buttocks later!’