Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 162

When she faced Heaton’s fierce questioning, Verian suddenly felt angry. "Where was I last night? Did you care about me? Yes, I shouldn’t have left Little Jelly Bean last night, but what about you? You also left Little Jelly Bean, didn't you?"

The man's dark eyes stared at her gloomily as if he was about to eat her. The big hand holding her wrist tightened inch by inch, almost crushing her bones. She frowned her brows in pain. "Heaton Fudd, let go of me!"

"Let go of you? Let go of you and let you plot with Yanni Quain!"

Verian's heart trembled fiercely as her eyes stared at him incredulously. "Heaton Fudd, did you send someone to follow me?!"

His words of humiliation were like a dagger, thrusting into her chest forcefully. There was no blood on the knife, but it was deadly.

"I'm not that boring!"

She was stunned and suddenly sneered. That was true. He was in a hurry to be intimate with the one at Blue Bay Residence so how could he have the thought to send someone to follow her?

Oh, she was still being affectionate until now!

The corners of her pale lips twitched. "Since you already know, why did you still ask me what I did. Yes, I was with Yanni Quain last night. I spent the night at Yanni Quain's house!"

"Verian Mont!"

The man was furious, the blue veins on his forehead throbbed as his big hand choked her slender neck fiercely!

Verian coughed violently because of her blocked breathing, her delicate face flushed!

"Cough, cough… Cough, cough, cough..."

Heaton's big hands slowly tightened inch by inch. Verian could even hear the clicking sounds from her neck. As long as Heaton used a bit more strength, she would probably suffocate and die!

The man’s black eyes were scarlet like an enraged cheetah. The look in his eyes was cold and gloomy. Until he saw the woman slowly closing her eyes, a teardrop falling from the corners of her eyes as she no longer struggled, did the force of his hand slowly loosen...

Verian fell on the ground because of prostration and weakness. She was breathing hard while coughing loudly. Her neck hurt very much but it was not one in a ten thousandth of what she felt in her heart.

Suddenly she laughed sadly, stood up, and said with her chocked up red neck that was held up high, "Heaton, do you know? I remember clearly when was the last time you almost choked me to death. Last time, you did it for Nancy Xander. This time, you almost strangled me again, not because you love me, not because you’re jealous, but because you can't stand me betraying you!"

Seeing her pale and weak face, Heaton frowned his eyebrows and subconsciously raised his hand to hold her. "Riana..."

"Don't touch me!" Verian waved his hand away. "Heaton Fudd, from now on, we will walk our separate paths."

She turned around and was about to leave. Heaton pulled her back and leaned against the wall. "The starting and ending of this round is based on what you said? Verian Mont, if I don't want to end it, don’t think that you can go anywhere! "

Did she think that there was such a good thing in the world? She started the round and he accompanied her; when she wanted to end it, he had to accompany her to end it?

From now on, how much trust she had gained from him he would have her return to him with interest!

"What are you doing!"

Verian looked at him in horror. Heaton clasped her wrist, his thin lips showed a smile that made people shudder. "What are you talking about? It’s time to send Little Jelly Bean to school, of course. Do you want Little Jelly Bean to know that we’re fighting?"

Verian was shocked for a moment. Heaton had already stuffed her into the car. Verian's little face was pale. "Heaton Fudd, you..."

Over there, Little Jelly Bean had already run out of the house carrying a small school bag. She looked at Heaton and Verian with a strange look in her eyes. "Daddy, Monty, were you arguing just now?"