Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 149

Heaton raised his big hand, took the back of her head, and hugged her into his arms.

Verian's moist face as a result of crying was pressed against his chest. Her two small hands tightly embraced his neck. She was sobbing like an aggrieved child.

Even if she knew that Sunny Shea framed Heaton, it was a fact that Heaton had a sexual encounter with Sunny. She just could not resign herself from this unpleasant fact in her heart.

Heaton bowed his head and kissed her ear. He gave words to comfort her. "Okay, don't cry. How old are you? Why are you always crying like Jelly Bean?"

She cried in a mess that her hair was stuck to her small face. She raised her eyes to look at him and said in anger. "Heaton Fudd, how many more women have you ever had? You explained clearly in one time, so that I can mentally prepare. Otherwise you have Sunny Shea this time, next time you have Winter Shea..."

"No, just this one omission."

"Omission?" Verian looked at how he was in a good mood after being satisfied, and she frowned and said. "You mean, the previous events were handled properly, so no accidents had happened?"

Heaton frowned slightly, and his big hand briefly tidied up her hair on her head. "You're deliberately misinterpreting what I mean."

Verian glared at him. After a long while, she embraced his neck, sniffed, and gently stroked his thin lips with her slender fingers.

"You didn't kiss me just now..."

He was so fierce. He did not even give her a kiss.

Heaton looked at her, feeling funny. "Didn't you dislike me because I'm dirty? You didn’t want me to touch you?"

"Who says you're not allowed to kiss me?"

Verian knew that what she had said was too much. Blushing, she embraced his neck, lowered her head and took the initiative to kiss his thin lips.

Heaton turned over and pressed her under him again.

...

Early the next morning, when Verian woke up, she found that Heaton was still asleep.

She leaned in his arms and fixed her gaze on him quietly for a while.

Subconsciously, she lifted her fingers and brushed through his delicate and handsome face. Her fingers touched his sharp nose bridge and finally reached his thin lips.

Verian used her arm to support herself and leaned over to kiss him gently. She thought he was asleep and wanted to steal a kiss from him. It turned out that when her lips were about to leave, the back of her head was held by the man's big hand. The kiss was deepened.

Damn, this man pretended to be asleep!

"I-I'm going to get up."

Verian was about to get up, but she realized that she did not wear anything under the blanket. Heaton was still here, looking at her. How could she get up and put on clothes?

"Why don't you get up?"

The man's dark eyes stared at her playfully.

Verian's ears were red, but she still had to get up. She turned her back, carefully climbed out of the bed, and picked up the clothes on the ground to cover herself.

The man staring at her from behind had a burning gaze.

The woman had a slender fair back with a beautiful curve and an extremely slim waist. The way she swayed in front of his eyes allured him and made him dizzy early in the morning.

He simply raised his hand and grabbed her waist, putting her back on the bed.

"What are you doing? I want to get up."

Heaton pressed her under his body and was about to do something... At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open by a small hand.

"Daddy! How come you haven't woken up yet? I'm going to be late for school!"

Heaton stuffed Verian directly into the blanket, covering her tightly.

From the outside, Little Jelly bean could not see anything unusual.

"I know. You go to have your breakfast first. I’ll get up immediately."

Little Jelly Bean pouted her mouth and let out a mournful 'oh' sound.