Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 159

"No."

Uncharacteristically, Heaton stubbornly pressed her on the desk, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

Verian was shocked for a short while.

...

After their session of intimacy, the blush on Verian Mont's small face had not faded and she was weak against Heaton's neck.

"What’s going on with you?"

She could feel that his mood was not the same as usual and asked him softly in a hoarse voice.

Downstairs, Little Jelly Bean’s tender voice could be heard—

"Daddy! Monty! You guys should come down quickly to eat! I'm hungry!"

Heaton pursed his thin lips and he let go of her body. He moved without even the slightest warmth and only said in a cold voice, "Clean up and let’s go down to have dinner." Verian was aggrieved. When Heaton turned to leave with his long legs, Verian's delicate hand grabbed his sleeve.

“Heaton, my legs are soft."

Although her face subconsciously flushed when she said such coquettish words, she really could not bear the way Heaton was so cold to her.

Heaton turned around and looked at her. He picked up her clothes and helped her get dressed.

She raised her hand, hugged his neck again, and pouted her dainty mouth before asking, "Why is your face so stern, did I provoke you?"

Heaton held her feet and helped her to put on her slippers. When he heard her question, his big, well-knotted hands paused slightly.

Verian sat on the sofa, lowering her face as she looked at him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Heaton?"

Heaton got up and placed one hand in his pockets. He looked a little cold. "I'm fine, let's go down for dinner."

Verian could not ask anything else. She could only go downstairs behind him.

When they had dinner, only Little Jelly Bean was chit-chatting. Verian responded to the little one while picking up vegetables for her. Heaton had a calm face from the beginning until the end, without a smile or a word.

After dinner, Verian cleared the table, walked to the kitchen, and took out the small medicine bottle from her pocket. Heaton had not taken any measures just now so she had to take the pregnancy medication.

When she took one out and was about to swallow it down, Heaton suddenly walked over from the living room—

"What are you doing?"

She was so startled that the white pills and water cup in her hand all fell to the ground. The water cup fell on the tile, making a harsh cracking sound. The hot water in the cup splashed on her calf, causing her some fiery pain.

Heaton stared at her coldly, his eyes freezing cold.

Verian opened her mouth to explain, "I..."

On another thought, so what if he knew that she was taking medicine? He did not want her to be pregnant with his child, did he?

"You’ve been taking medicine, haven't you?"

She pretended to be calm and replied with a “hmm” before saying, "Didn’t-didn't you say that you don't want children now? And don't we already have Little Jelly Bean?"