Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 152

At night, as Heaton went to the bathroom to take a shower, Verian had just come out of the bathroom with wet hair. As she was about to dry her hair using a towel, her cell phone rang.

She glanced at it. It was a multimedia message from Sunny Shea. Subconsciously, she dropped the towel to read it.

She clicked it open, and the message on the screen made Verian's face turn as pale as paper.

What followed was Sunny's text message. Even though she was across the screen, Verian could feel her proud tone.

[When Heaton was in bed with me, we were extremely happy. We took many photos. If you want to see, I can send all of them to you.]

The picture showed the lower body of a man.

Verian only looked at it for a second, then she turned the phone screen upside down on the bed. She felt a vomiting urge in her throat. There was an unexplainable sensation of nausea.

Although she knew that Heaton was framed by Sunny, she still held a grudge against it.

Now, Sunny came to provoke her again. She felt even more uncomfortable.

When Heaton came out of the bathroom after his shower, he found Verian sitting by the bed in a daze. She looked absent-minded.

The man walked over and rubbed her wet hair with his big hand. "Why don't you dry your hair?"

Verian was stunned and immediately recovered from the daze. She raised her moist eyes to look at his handsome face with sharp features. Her hands suddenly embraced his strong waist, and her small face was pressed against his chest. Her face gently rubbed against his chest. "I don't want to move. You dry it for me."

Heaton was kind of unable to adapt to her sudden coquettish act.

He was standing, and she was sitting. To be honest, this position was quite comfortable for them to hug.

Heaton allowed her to hug him. He picked up the towel thrown on the bed and helped her dry her wet long hair. His actions were extremely gentle.

Verian sniffed the crisp and pleasant smell of his body after the shower. She could not help but hold him tighter.

Heaton frowned slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Since when do you like to act coquettishly like Little Jelly Bean?"

Verian was in low spirits for a while before asking what had been in her heart. "If... Sunny is really pregnant, will you really make her abort the baby?"

Heaton purposely teased her, "Otherwise? Keep that child for you to raise?"

"I have my Little Jelly Bean. Why should I raise a child for Sunny?"

The man curved his thin lips. After helping drying her hair, he saw that she was uneasy, so he finally told her, "Sunny is not pregnant."

“What do you mean?” Verian asked incredulously, "But, Sunny showed me a pregnancy test report."

"She showed you the pregnancy test report, and you believe it? Nancy showed you the DNA report and you also believe it? Riana, you seem to believe them more than me."

Verian's face turned hot. She cared about him too much, so her mind became messed up. If this was about another person, she would be very rational. However, unfortunately, this was related to their relationship. It was impossible for her to be rational.

She used to think that she merely fell in love with Heaton, but now she realized that her condition was beyond cure.

The man watched her pursing her lips and said nothing. Neither too fast nor too slow, he spoke coldly, "Even if Sunny is really pregnant, I won't let her keep the child."

"But, have you ever thought about the possibility that Sunny insists on keeping the child?"

"If she refuses to abort the child, I'll remove her uterus."

When Heaton said those words unconscientiously, Verian shuddered.

Heaton, who currently looked so shrewd and cold, made her feel a little fearful.

However, she could not help but be fascinated by him.

She liked Heaton and everything about him, including his determination and bold initiative.

Speaking of children, Verian could not help but tell him, "I’ve always wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead."