Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 19

"Sister-in-law, I'll pretend that I didn't hear what you've just said. After all, you're Heaton's sister-in-law, forever."

After saying this, Verian left with a thin smile.

Nancy stood in her spot, and her face turned blue. She dug her nails into her palm.

Even if she was Heaton's sister-in-law, as long as she was special in Heaton’s heart, Verian Mont could not create any doubt even if she was Heaton's wife.

...

Verian came out from the bathroom in her high heels and met Heaton.

She simply took the opportunity and said, "It's late now. Can you take me home first?"

Heaton's black eyes stared at her deeply, giving her goosebumps on her back. Then, he stated abruptly, "Don't go back tonight. Just stay here. I'll send you back to pack your things tomorrow morning."

"Heaton Fudd... I need time to adjust."

“Hm?”

The man coldly looked at her, as if he was silently asking her, ‘You no longer want the mansion?’

Her slightly harsh tone immediately softened. She touched her neck, bit her lip and hesitantly agreed. "Okay, but where do I sleep tonight?"

"We're husband and wife. We can certainly sleep in a room."

Her heart skipped a beat. Was she going to sleep with him on a bed?!

...

As Verian sat on the big soft bed in Heaton's bedroom listening to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, her heart was numb, and she felt extremely nervous.

She had given birth to a baby. What was she afraid of?

After taking an unknown number of deep breaths, the bathroom door was opened with a click. She instinctively looked toward—

With bare feet and a pair of straight slender legs, the man's figure was as perfect as a male model.

She could only think of a word to describe him: sexy.

Verian swallowed her saliva. She felt dryness in her mouth, and her heart beat faster.

The man dried his short, wet hair with a towel and walked toward the big bed. Verian could smell the cool and refreshing fragrance of a male shower gel. She instinctively moved her b*tt and asked with a tense voice. "M-Maybe, I can sleep on the floor?"

The man’s arms that were drying his hair paused a little. His slightly wet and deep eyes slowly turned to look at her little face. His thin lips curled up faintly, and he grinned. "Since you're lacking libido, why are you afraid to lie in bed with a man?"

"... Mr. Fudd is unrestrained, and your private life is greatly diverse and interesting. I'm afraid that you can't control yourself."

Her words sounded partly jokey and partly serious.

Heaton frowned. "Are you saying that my private life is promiscuous?"

Little Jelly Bean said that he often brought home unfamiliar women for the night. Nancy also said that he impregnated a lot of women. This should be considered as having a promiscuous private life, shouldn't it?