Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 137

Heaton Fudd woke up massaging his aching temples and all he could see was a bright female figure appearing before him.

Sunny Shea had a bathrobe loosely draping on her as if it could slide off her body. To Heaton Fudd, it was purely a seductive effort on her part but he felt no emotions toward her except irritation and anger.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Heaton Fudd got out of the bed and put on his clothes that he picked up from the floor. His dark eyes looked over and saw the fresh patch of blood on the bedsheet.

Sunny Shea noticed what he saw and said seductively, “I don’t care, you’ll have to be responsible for this!” She ran over and put her arms around Heaton Fudd’s neck. Her action angered Heaton Fudd.

He pulled her arms off him and pushed her aside, staring at her with his cold dark eyes and said sternly, “If any word of what happened here got out, I will make you die a painful death!”

Sunny Shea shuddered over the man’s terrifying expression and tone. On second thoughts, however, he could not deny any of it!

“Heaton Fudd, how can you be so heartless!”

After swiftly putting on his clothes, Heaton Fudd’s expression was frosty and unapproachable. “You could have acted a lot more convincingly if you wanted to use your childish ‘virgin tactic’!”

Sunny Shea stomped her feet in anger over the insulting words.

As Heaton Fudd approached the door, Sunny Shea ran up and held him around her arms, grinding her peaking chest against him whilst seductively looking at him. “President Fudd! Do you really not like me?”

As she spoke, she shamelessly groped him…

Heaton Fudd grabbed her wrist!

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! It’s painful!”

Sunny Shea could almost hear her own bones crackling. Tears gushed out of her eyes!

Heaton Fudd cruelly flung her wrist away. She fell on the floor but managed to grab his dress pants, not willing to give up.

“President Fudd…”

Heaton Fudd’s cold arrogant eyes looked at the mangy dog of a woman below with disdain and spoke flatly, “Don’t make me send people to force contraceptives down your throat.” After he spoke, he kicked her.

As he walked away, Sunny Shea stared at his back. She smirked. Did he expect her to obey him if he forced her to eat it?

It was such a rare opportunity for her, so she would not let it slip that easily!

She decided to keep the child and to make sure that this child’s last name was Fudd!

…

Heaton Fudd quickly left the hotel as he tried to call Verian Mont, but her phone was apparently off.

He frowned. As he got into his car, he still felt a little dizzy, but he could not care less. He drove the black Spyker toward the Department of Civil Affairs.

His phone rang. The number on the display was Yanni Quain’s.

Frostiness flashed by her eyes. He picked up the call.

Yanni Quain sounded relaxed on the other end. “I hope you enjoyed Sunny Shea’s service.”

“You predicted that I would rush to the hotel without a second thought when you mentioned Sam Joyce, was that it?”

Hearing his ferocious tone only gave Yanni Quain a feeling of achievement! Ever since Sam Joyce passed, he had been through hell and it was something that Heaton Fudd should get a taste of as well!

“Sam Joyce would despise you for what you’ve done!”

“Ha! You even have the guts to mention her name? Heaton Fudd, let me tell you, you don’t deserve mentioning it! I heard that… you were going to get a marriage license with Verian Mont today. Oops, I’m sorry, did I ruin your day?”

“YANNI QUAIN!!”

Devilishly, Yanni Quain laughed softly, “Do you know, Heaton? The angrier and more frustrated you get right now, the happier I am, hahahahaha…”