Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 126

Verian was picking up seashells on the beach alone for a while now. She thought to herself just how happy Little Jelly Bean would be when she gave all of these beautiful seashells to her.

After rinsing the seashells clean, she returned back to shore. She spent a really long time looking for Heaton before finally finding him standing behind a huge tree.

He was sitting up against a tree while a huge pile of cigarette butts were scattered beneath his feet. Although his gaze was still handsomely cold, it was not as sharp as usual. He seemed to be trapped in some memory.

Verian rushed over while holding out a handful of seashells toward him. “Look, I got some seashells for Little Jelly Bean, are they pretty?”

Heaton lowered his gaze and after taking a look at the seashells, he remained silent for a really long time.

Concerned, Verian asked, “Heaton, what’s wrong? How did I offend you?”

Ever since morning, he was in a poor mood but last night, although it was not as exceptionally warm, at the very least it was much better than now.

She would usually be in a delightful mood in front of the people she loved, let alone when she clearly knew it was her who started liking Heaton first. Moreover, the amount of love Heaton had for her now was incomparable to how deep her love was for him. As such, she was willing to tolerate him and even more so, swallow her pride to please him.

Heaton however, merely gave her a simple and cold reply, “You didn’t offend me.”

Verian lowered her gaze and noticed the burn marks on his thumb and index finger. She lifted his hand and asked, “How did it end up like this? Was it an accidental burn from smoking?”

However, if it was accidental, then it would have only left a single red burn mark. This was completely charred and seemed like a self-inflicted burn.

She frowned worriedly. “If this is left untreated, it’ll form a blister. Let’s get you bandaged at the clinic and have the doctor redress the wound on your back.”

When she pulled him up, Heaton immediately grabbed onto her hand and pulled her to him.

“Riana.”

She was suddenly being hugged tightly. “Hey, is the wound hurting really bad?”

She raised her hand and gently patted his back. Her movements were exceedingly gentle.

Heaton had always seemed so strong and prideful. She had never seen his weak side before. If she had to take things into account, it would only be when he had a gastric attack in the study back then. Back then, however, even while his stomach was hurting, he did not seem even the slightest bit weak. Now, on the other hand, when he called her, “Riana” while hugging her tightly, she was unsure if she was hallucinating or if, at this very moment, Heaton had completely shed away all of his usual menace and strength.

Why was he suddenly like this? She was unsure but she actually loved this feeling of him needing her.

She held onto his hand and placed it by her lips as she began to blow on it gently. “It’ll stop hurting after I blow onto it.”

Heaton’s burningly hot gaze was completely fixated on her tiny face.

While Verian blew at his finger, she said, “Why can’t you be a little more careful when you’re smoking? Don’t you feel anything to have your fingers burned to such a state?”

While she mumbled on her own, she sounded like a naggy old lady as Heaton had no mood to speak at this moment. All he thought about was how it calmed his anxious heart to listen to her voice while sitting with her at this spot.

When Verian looked up, all she saw was the complicated emotions in the corners of his eyes as they were focused on her.

“Why are you staring at me like that for?”

He was staring at her face. Could he have recalled his deceased first love?

Heaton’s gaze was slightly stunned. He said as he stood up, “Let’s go.”

Verian bit her lips and assumed he was trying to dodge the topic, so she rushed forward and held onto his hand.

“I know you don’t like me the way I like you right now but I can wait.”