Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 185

As Heaton Fudd’s hot breath closed into her, the corners of his curved into a deep smile. "That? Riana, which “that” are you talking about?"

Verian Mont glared at him fiercely. This man asked when he clearly knew!

She withdrew from his arms, pulled the quilt over her head, and said in pique, "Just forget it if you don't want to say it!"

Heaton Fudd smiled and looked at the little woman who had shrunk herself into a small dumpling. He tried to pull on her quilt with his slender arm, but she pulled back on it tightly. Heaton Fudd did not manage to pull it away for some time. "Aren't you afraid of suffocating my child? "

As expected, Verian Mont lifted the quilt and she blushed. "The child is still in my stomach. It’s my child, not yours!"

She was afraid that the child was the only thing in his heart now!

Heaton Fudd looked at her jealous look and pulled her into his arms. "How did you get pregnant without me?"

Verian Mont's face blushed, "..."

The man stared at her for a while and said, "Okay, stop causing trouble. I will buy what you want to eat tonight."

"I want to eat steamed dumplings and duck blood vermicelli soup, the kind with lots of chilli and vinegar!"

Heaton Fudd frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with her dinner option. "It’s not nutritious. What else do you want to eat?"

"I just want to eat those, and if you ask me to eat anything else, I will have no appetite to eat it."

"Stay here obediently. I'll go and buy it."

Verian Mont found it hard to picture the well-dressed Heaton Fudd standing in a crowd, buying steamed dumplings and duck blood vermicelli soup for her.

The more she thought about that scene, the warmer she felt until her nose turned sore.

Although Heaton Fudd regarded her as the shadow of Sam Joyce, but, he should have some feelings for her, right?

Verian Mont tried to comfort herself with good thoughts. She was waiting for Heaton Fudd to come back from buying dinner when her phone rang.

The caller ID was an unfamiliar number.

Without thinking much, Verian Mont picked it up.

"Hey, you are...?"

"Hello, is this Miss Verian Mont? This is Sam Joyce."

"..."

...

When Heaton Fudd came back from buying steamed dumplings and duck blood vermicelli soup, he carried a cheap white plastic bag in both hands, which was very incompatible with his temperament.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Verian Mont could not help but laugh. She took out her phone and snapped a few shots of him. Heaton Fudd subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, frowning and asked, "What?"

"President Fudd, you suddenly became so homey like, so surely I want to take a picture!"

Heaton Fudd put down the things on the table and stretched out his hands. "Let me have a look."

"No, if I show you, you will surely delete it."

Verian Mont acted like she was hiding treasure. She tucked the phone under the pillow and prevented Heaton Fudd from getting to it. Then, she set up the board that acted as a table on the hospital bed, tapped it and said, "I want to eat. Serve the food quickly!"

Heaton Fudd was too lazy to teach her a lesson, so he just placed the hot steamed dumplings and vermicelli soup onto the table and opened them.

Verian Mont was hungry a long time ago. When she saw such delicious food, her mouth watered. She tore the bag of chili oil and vinegar, and poured it into the duck blood vermicelli soup.

Heaton Fudd frowned. "You really got to eat less things with a heavy taste."

Heaton Fudd always had a bland taste, more so since he had Little Jelly Bean. His diet was even more stringent as he instructed the cooks at home to use less oil, salt, and spices.

Verian Mont was very satisfied with the steamed dumplings and the duck blood vermicelli soup that was spicy and sour. "It's so delicious. Would you like a bite?"

However, this man just looked at her with disgust.

Verian Mont rolled a chopstick full of vermicelli and brought it toward Heaton Fudd's thin lips. "You will know how delicious it is after a bite!"