Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 192

In the private room of the Crown Holidays Hotel, there were eight dishes on the round table. Each of the dishes were the most expensive ones in the hotel. A grilled-on-the-spot cow’s head was placed in the middle. A table filled with meat dishes was especially suitable for the social scene.

However, Verian Mont did not know if it was because she never liked eating those dishes or it was because she was pregnant and felt uncomfortable seeing them. From the moment the dishes were served until now, she endured the nauseous feeling creeping up from her stomach to her throat.

There were only five people in the private room. Manager Leonard with two salespeople on one side and with President Mark and his assistant on the other side.

During the dinner, Manager Leonard kept gesturing toward Wesley Larson and Verian Mont. Wesley Larson was a good drinker so he did his best, but Verian Mont was a newcomer. Although she remembered the words Harry Leonard instructed them before they entered the hotel, she did not know how to get people to drink, or maybe she just disliked seducing people with beauty from the bottom of her heart.

“President Mark, let me show my respect with a toast!”

Harry Leonard stood up to toast a drink, and the others naturally followed his lead to stand up and make toasts. Verian Mont was just drinking fruit juice. After President Mark said that, from the corner of his eyes, he joked while smiling, “Miss Mont, how can a salesperson not drink alcohol? Come, pour her some wine and drink with me!”

Harry Leonard did not think that President Mark would give them chances so quickly and this chance was hard to come by. Harry Leonard immediately poured wine for Verian Mont. “Verian, President Mark is giving us a chance. Let’s quickly accompany President Mark for a few drinks!”

Verian Mont summoned her courage and lied, “Manager, I am sensitive to alcohol and I can’t drink.”

If it was under normal circumstances, even if she could not drink, she would force herself to drink as many glasses as she had to for the project. However, she had a little life in her womb now and she could not allow not even a drop of alcohol to touch it. Even if Harry Leonard were to fry her today, it did not matter as she will not drink this glass of alcohol.

Harry Leonard was stunned. As he observed President Mark’s facial expression, he saw that it had darkened with dissatisfaction. He laughed and regulated the embarrassing atmosphere. “Verian, since when were you sensitive to alcohol? Why didn’t I know about this?”

Even though Harry Leonard and President Mark kept asking her to drink, Verian Mont had a unyielding will and had no intention to drink even one sip. Harry Leonard could only purposely push Verian Mont once. Verian Mont was not prepared and she accidentally fell onto President Mark’s side.

President Mark suddenly held her hand, lowered his voice and said, “It’s fine if you can’t drink. After all, you are still young. Did you just graduate from university?”

Verian Mont quickly pulled her hand away and said, “Yes, I graduated six months ago.”

She picked up the glass of fruit juice and said, “President Mark, I substitute wine with fruit juice and raise a toast to you.”

After she finished speaking, she did not care about President Mark’s reaction and immediately gulped down the glass of fruit juice. However, when President Mark’s hand reached for Verian Mont’s thighs under the table, she suddenly stood up and angrily stared at the man with the surname Mark.

Harry Leonard frowned. “Verian, what are you doing?! Sit down! Accompany President Mark properly!”

Verian Mont gritted her teeth. “Sorry, I need to go to the toilet! Excuse me!”

She picked up her bag and rushed out of the private room without a care.

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Verian Mont was dizzy. After she rushed out of the private room, she thought that there was a very big possibility that she failed this job and would not get paid for the past 6 months. She was afraid that someone would chase after her from the private room, so she held her bag tightly and looked backward defensively while rushing out of the hotel. As she was about to walk out of the hotel, she bumped into a person at the door.

She almost fell over but a pair of big hands suddenly grabbed her by her waist and hugged her. All she could smell was a familiar cold smell of a man. Verian Mont thought that she was hallucinating. She immediately raised her head to look at the person in front of her as the man lowered his head to look at her with a deep gaze.

Her eyes suddenly turned red…

Heaton Fudd… Why was he here?

Verian Mont was about to speak when the sound of fast approaching footsteps could be heard behind her.

“Verian Mont! Come back now!”

Wesley Larson chased after her from the private room. It was obvious that Harry Leonard had asked him to look for her. Verian Mont was afraid that she would be brought back into the wolf den. Her thin body subconsciously shrunk into Heaton Fudd’s arms.

Heaton Fudd was unwilling to push her away, so he lowered his head to look at her flustered face and hugged her.

When Wesley Larson ran over, he stretched out his hand to pull her back, but he was shocked by Heaton Fudd’s cold and powerful aura.

“You... Verian Mont, what is wrong with you? It’s fine if you don’t want to drink. You won’t lose a piece of your meat! However, if you don’t go back, you could lose your job!”

Heaton Fudd lowered his head and asked the little woman in his arms, “You want to go back?”

Verian Mont refused without even thinking about it. “I won’t go back!”