Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 181

“What’s going on?”

When Verian Mont heard Heaton Fudd’s voice, her thin shoulder immediately shrunk. The look in her eyes, when she looked at him, was filled with caution and fear.

Heaton Fudd’s black eyes darkened.

She was afraid of him?

Madam Leah explained, “Third Young Master, I also don’t know what’s wrong with Third Young Madam. I gave her a bowl of porridge just now and she won’t eat it. Instead, she suddenly threw it over...”

Heaton Fudd lowered his eyes and looked at the broken bowl of red date and lotus seed porridge all over the floor. He took a deep breath and ordered Madam Leah, “Go and get another bowl.”

“Yes.”

With every step Heaton Fudd took toward the sick bed, Verian Mont shrunk back even more. This was until Heaton Fudd sat by the sick bed and Verian Mont had nowhere to back into. In one swift move, she was held in the man’s arms.

“Let go of me! Heaton Fudd, I hate you! Let go of me!”

She struggled with all her might and when Heaton Fudd did not let go, she opened her mouth and bit the back of his hand hard. It seemed like she had the intention to take a chunk out of Heaton Fudd!

However, Heaton Fudd did not dodge or hide and allowed her to bite him. “Riana, if biting me makes you feel better, then you can bite harder.”

To her, the man’s voice was deep and gentle. Verian Mont pinched his hand and slowly loosened her mouth. She started crying out loudly and punched his chest hard with her hands held in fists.

Heaton Fudd looked at her tears all over her face and pressed her delicate face hard, into his arms. He lowered his head, kissed her forehead, closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, “No matter how much you hate me, you still have to eat before you can handle me. You being hungry would not only hurt yourself but also hurt the baby in your womb.”

Verian Mont’s temper was like a punch that hit wool and all was dissolved by Heaton Fudd’s gentleness.

Madam Leah carried over a new bowl of porridge again and gave it to Heaton Fudd. Heaton Fudd held the bowl of porridge, picked up the spoon and scooped up a mouthful of porridge. He put it by his thin lips, carefully blew onto it before bringing it up to her lips.

Verian Mont stared at him with a pair of red eyes.

“Riana, be obedient and open your mouth.”

His soothing tone not only made Verian Mont not listen to him obediently but it made her fling the bowl of porridge in his hand onto the floor!

The bowl fell onto the ground and smashed into a million pieces. The watery porridge splashed onto Heaton Fudd’s pants in patches.

Madam Leah was frightened. “Third Young Madam...”

Heaton Fudd stared at Verian Mont’s pale face, his tone turned cold and scary. “Madam Leah, get another bowl here!”

“Yes...”

Verian Mont bit her lip and stared at him angrily. “I am not eating! Heaton Fudd, go away!”

“If you don’t want to see me, the best way is for you to immediately drink this bowl of porridge!”

Heaton Fudd had lost his patience and slammed the bowl of porridge on the cupboard by the sick bed and stared coldly, towering over her.

Verian Mont took a deep breath, raised her hand to cover her face, stretched her hand to pick up the bowl of porridge and quickly drank it.

“Here, I finished drinking. Can you leave now? I don’t want to see you.”

Heaton Fudd clenched his fist and placed both his hands in his pockets with a serious look on his face. He ordered Madam Leah with a dark look on his handsome face, “Take good care of her.”

“Yes, Third Young Master.”

After leaving behind those words, Heaton Fudd left the sick ward in big strides.

Madam Leah looked at Verian Mont, who was weak on the sick bed, and sighed while saying, “Third Young Madam, what are you doing this for? This morning, the Third Young Master asked me over and when I just reached the hospital. I saw the Third Young Master sitting on the bench outside the ward. He had a tired look on his face and when I asked him why he didn’t go in to rest, he said that the person that you least wanted to see was him... What actually happened between you and the Third Young Master?”

Verian Mont did not want to speak. She only pulled the blanket upward and covered herself. Her cold tears dropped into the pillow, into a dense pile.

“Madam Leah, I want to be alone for a while.”