Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 132

Heaton Fudd had his hands in his pocket and stood next to the black Spyker. His sharp, dark eyes stared off into space.

The man’s eyes could freeze someone to death.

Initially, Verian Mont felt diffident, but soon, fear washed over her. However, after realizing that Heaton Fudd was still thinking about the girl named Sammie, she regained her confidence.

How come he could have someone else on his mind but she could not befriend other men?

Yanni Quain pondered for a moment.

As Verian Mont got out of the car, Little Jelly Bean held onto the big white doll and ran over. “Monty!”

Verian Mont smiled gently at the little one and asked, “Jelly Bean, do you miss me?”

“Uh uh! Both Daddy and I miss you so much!”

As the clever child spoke, she purposely raised her head and looked at Big Daddy. However, Big Daddy had a poker face on, as if he did not hear anything!

Oh come on, she was just trying to say something nice in front of Monty, but why was Daddy not paying attention? Hmph.

Verian Mont caressed Little Jelly Bean’s head gently and held her hand. “Let’s go play at home for a while, okay?”

“Okay!”

Verian Mont dared not look at Heaton Fudd, let alone say a word. He apparently was transparent to her!

As Verian Mont opened the door, he grabbed her wrist.

Heaton Fudd told Little Jelly Bean, “Jelly Bean, go in first and play by yourself first.”

Little Jelly Bean knew that Big Daddy had something to say to Monty, so she obediently replied, “Okay.”

Then, she went into the house with Whitey.

After she left, Heaton Fudd said coldly, “You owe me an explanation.”

His overbearing tone of inquiry did not make her feel good. Besides, even if she chose to be frank with him, was he ever frank to her?

Verian Mont said plainly, “Explanation? I have nothing to explain to you.”

“Verian Mont!”

Heaton Fudd pushed her up against the door and pressed his chest against her. Verian Mont had nowhere to escape but could only stare at him with her already blushing little face.

Yanni Quain got out of the car and said with a smile, “I didn’t know President Fudd is such a gentleman, treating a lady with such force!”

Heaton Fudd’s eyes turned pitch dark, full of freezing cruelty. He grabbed the woman and held her in his arms and said coldly to Yanni Quain, “I don’t need you to judge if I’m a gentleman to my own woman!”

Yanni Quain glanced at Verian Mont with a deeper meaning and said, “However, Miss Mont didn’t seem to treat Mr. Fudd as her boyfriend. Otherwise, why would she be so reluctant?”

“Heaton Fudd, let me go!”

Heaton Fudd let her go on purpose, and she disappeared into the house. Only Heaton Fudd and Yanni Quain were left outside.

Heaton Fudd walked toward Yanni Quain with his long shanks, his eyesight cold and sharp. “Yanni Quain, I’m warning you, do not touch Verian Mont!”

“I merely stretched out an olive branch to Miss Mont. She went to Yash at her own will.”

A thin layer of ice formed on Heaton Fudd’s eyes.

“Yanni Quain, I owe you because of what happened to Sam Joyce. But don’t you think for a moment that I will let you have your way on this issue.”