Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 187

After Heaton Fudd came out from the study, he walked by the children’s room and saw that Little Jelly Bean was lying in Verian Mont’s arms and listening to her telling a story.

The man stood in front of the room for some time and did not disturb the mother and daughter duo.

Maybe it was because the scene was too warm that Heaton Fudd did not want to disturb them. Heaton Fudd only opened the door and came in when Little Jelly Bean fell asleep on Verian Mont’s chest in her cartoon pyjamas. Verian Mont lightly patted the little one’s back, carefully placed the story book in her hands by her side and was about to sleep while hugging Little Jelly Bean.

Heaton Fudd picked up Verian Mont horizontally from the children’s bed. Verian Mont was surprised. She lowered her voice and asked gently, “Heaton? Have you finished your work?”

Heaton Fudd only replied with a soft “hmm” before carrying her out of the children’s room.

Verian Mont struggled lightly. “Let go of me. I promised Little Jelly Bean that I would accompany her to sleep tonight. If she doesn't see me in the morning tomorrow, she would be unhappy!”

“If you accompany Little Jelly Bean to sleep, who could accompany?”

The man said those words in a serious manner. Verian Mont’s face blushed. “How old are you? Why are you still so calculative with Little Jelly Bean?”

Heaton Fudd had always been a light-sleeper. Especially ten years ago, after Sam Joyce’s death and during the years of his depression. He had constant insomnia and he could be awake the entire night till dawn even with the help of medication. During the three years that he had Little Jelly Bean, his emotions gradually improved and his sleep was better than before, but he was still a light-sleeper.

However, Heaton Fudd discovered that when he hugged Verian Mont to sleep, he would be especially at ease.

“Compared to Little Jelly Bean, I need to hug you to be able to sleep.”

“...”

Suddenly, this sentence made Verian Mont’s heart ripple.

When Heaton Fudd said this sentence, his expression was very strict and serious, but Verian Mont heard the sweetness in it. It was clear that those words were not intimate words between lovers but were even more meaningful than intimate words between lovers.

“How about you wake me up earlier tomorrow morning? This way I can go to her room before she wakes up.”

Verian Mont remembered that Little Jelly Bean was like Heaton Fudd and had a bad temper when she woke up. If she did not see her, the little custard bun would be very angry.

Heaton Fudd answered with a “hmm”.

When they reached the bedroom and both of them laid in bed, Verian Mont took the initiative to turn over into his arms. “Heaton, have you thought about what if Sam Joyce is really still alive…”

The man frowned. “Why would you make such an assumption?”

“I am just asking.”

Verian Mont looked at him carefully. If he knew that Sam Joyce was still alive, he would bring Sam Joyce back to his side without second thoughts.

She was initially going to leave but Sam Joyce returned. It was as if it was destined to be, and even fate wanted her to leave Heaton Fudd…

There was no way for her to hate him again, but her father’s death was vivid in her mind, and the person that lived in his heart, was always Sam Joyce. If she leaves, Sam Joyce would return to his side, allowing everything to go back to normal.

She already planned to leave him by buying the ticket and preparing her luggage. Now, she’s only left with saying goodbye to him…

Heaton Fudd did not want to continue the subject of Sam Joyce. His big hands held her slim waist and his thin lips were by her ears. He closed his eyes and reminded her by mumbling, “Tomorrow when I finish work, I wouldn’t be coming back. We’ll instead meet up at the top floor of the Banyan Tree Hotel. I’ll ask Kush Xavier to pick you up after work.”

“What are we doing at the Banyan Tree Hotel?”

Heaton Fudd curled his thin lips. “Secret.”

Verian Mont slanted the corner of her lips downwards and lightly hummed. “You are keeping a secret! Anyway, you don’t need to ask Assistant Kush to fetch me tomorrow. Just give me a call after you finish work and I can take a taxi over. Wouldn’t it be a waste of time for Assistant Kush to come over and go back again?”

Heaton Fudd slowly opened his black eyes that contained a deep laughter and looked at the little woman in his arms. “Are you looking forward to it?”

“Since when? It was you who kept me in suspense!”