Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 186

"I know, but I... I am really not ready to meet Heaton. I am afraid that the feelings between me and him have changed... Miss Mont, Heaton, he... should be very nice to you, right?"

Sam Joyce looked gentle, beautiful, and not aggressive. She was very different from Nancy Xander’s arrogant beauty. Especially when she looked at you and spoke gently, Verian Mont could not tell if she had a hidden agenda, or she was really asking without a specific reason.

However, every question that Sam Joyce asked was like a knife that stabbed her in the heart.

Did Heaton Fudd treat her well?

This question was not clear, even to her. If Heaton Fudd treated her well, it was probably because she was Little Jelly Bean's biological mother, and even more so due to her looks that were similar to Sam Joyce’s.

Did it mean that when Heaton Fudd treated her so well, it was because his guilt toward Sam Joyce was imposed on her?

Seeing that Verian Mont was silent for awhile, Sam Joyce called out to her, "Miss Mont?"

Verian Mont regained her senses. "Miss Joyce, now that you have seen me, if you have nothing else to say, I would like to leave first."

As Verian Mont grabbed her bag and got up to leave, Sam Joyce stopped her. "Miss Mont, if you are very happy with Heaton now, I am willing to step down. As long as Heaton has a nice life, I don’t have to go and see him. I am a person who is already dead, so I guess everyone would be uncomfortable if I suddenly appeared."

Listening to her soft and weak tone, Verian Mont was not only happy, instead, she was a little angry. "How would I know if Heaton Fudd is doing well or not? If you want to know, ask him yourself!"

Sam Joyce did not expect her to lose her temper, and was a little startled.

Verian Mont ignored her and immediately left the cafe with her bag.

In the taxi, Verian Mont's mind went blank.

The driver of the car asked, "Young lady, where are you heading?"

Verian Mont thought for a long time, looked up at the high-rise buildings outside, and she realised that they were almost near the Fudd Group. "Go to the Fudd Group."

...

As soon as Heaton Fudd came out of the meeting room, he heard a familiar little woman's voice.

"Heaton?"

When he turned his head and looked over, Verian Mont had already ran into his arms.

Heaton Fudd hugged her slender waist, and was a little surprised, but he frowned and reprimanded her softly, "Why are you bashing around when you are already pregnant?"

Although he was reprimanding her, his tone was very gentle.

Verian Mont hugged his neck and said, "I suddenly missed you, so..."

Before she finished speaking, several senior executives came out of the conference room.

Heaton Fudd and Verian Mont happened to be standing at the door of the meeting room.

The senior executives were shocked.

Mr. Fudd always had no love affairs. Even if he did, he would definitely not hug a woman in public. Was this Mr. Fudd a fake today?

Verian Mont was even more embarrassed. Under the gaze of those senior executives, she could not wait to dig a hole and hide.

What a shame!

She quickly withdrew from Heaton Fudd’s embrace, turned around and wanted to leave but he refused to allow her to run. He clasped her wrist with his big hand, pulled her back, lowered his head to her ear and said in a low voice, “Are you trying to run when you’re halfway through seducing me?”

"..."

Suddenly, she felt like she was floating. Heaton Fudd had bent over and carried her up horizontally.

Not only the senior executives, even Kush Xavier, who was next to him was dumbfounded.

Boss… Boss actually acted sweet with Miss Mont when everyone was looking?!

It was intolerable!

Verian Mont blushed, and struggled softly. "Let me down quickly. There’s so many people watching..."

However, Heaton Fudd did not care at all, as if those senior executives were transparent and he simply said calmly, "What's wrong with holding my own wife? Is it illegal?"

Verian Mont raised her hand to cover his thin lips, but it was too late.

Heaton Fudd's voice was not small but it just so happened that those senior executives’ ears were fine...

Verian Mont simply buried her face directly in Heaton Fudd's arms, urging him in a low voice, "Go, go, go..."

The man looked at her shy demeanour, and his thin lips curled.

A group of senior executives behind him watched as Heaton Fudd departed and a heated discussion started.