Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 194

Heaton carried Verian on his back for a long time. Verian clung to his back’s temperature. When they reached the car, Heaton pursed his thin lips, remaining silent with his expressionless face. The atmosphere was silent and Verian did not dare speak up. After looking at him several times, the man was indifferent so she could only give up.

The Maybach drove gently on the highway in the late night. The car’s atmosphere was quiet, and the sound of the wind blowing across the windows could be heard.

Kush had been driving for a long time and secretly glanced at them both from the rearview mirror. The place where they sat was very far apart. Heaton sat near the left window while Verian sat near the one furthest on the right and did not communicate with him.

Kush put on a brave face and broke the tense situation. “That… Boss, where are we heading to now?”

Were they going back to the hotel or to Miss Mont’s residence?

Heaton’s deep black eyes glanced at the little woman next to him as he questioned, “Address.”

“Long Road, Boya Apartment.”

After Verian said the address, she bit her dainty mouth and asked Heaton in a low voice, “Do you really want to go over to my place?”

Her residence was very, very small. It was so small that there was no place for Heaton to sleep on the sofa.

The man stared at her coldly, his tone cold. “You still want to avoid me?”

Verian felt wronged and whispered, “I didn’t… It’s just that my place is too small, so there’s no place for others to sleep.”

Heaton simply ignored her.

After Kush sent them to Boya Apartment, he drove back to the hotel.

Heaton got out of the car after Verian, but the man’s legs were too long and he took big strides. He left her behind after a few steps. Verian ran in small steps to catch up to him. In a flattering tone, she said, “It’s this building but I live on the eighth floor. It’s a very small solo apartment, but the rent is not cheap. It’s 2000 a month and my monthly salary is only 5000…”

Business with the Ashier Group must have been messed up by her tonight, so she definitely would not be paid around half a month’s salary and she had no plans to ask for it.

After they entered the elevator, Heaton stared straight ahead without even looking at her. Verian stood behind him, like a small attendant. She looked up and stole glances at him from the reflective elevator wall.

Was he still angry?

However, what was he angry about?

The elevator went up floor-by-floor and when it reached the eighth floor, it opened with ding-dong sound. Heaton walked ahead with his long legs and Verian followed behind him to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Heaton stood outside the door and stared at the small house with a cold look in his eyes.

Like a child, Verian looked a little frantic. After changing into her own slippers, she stood by the door and scratched her head while saying, “There are no men’s slippers in my home. You can just come inside.”

Heaton’s body was strong and tall. He had to bend slightly before entering the room. Verian turned around, closing the door gently as she took a deep breath. She then turned around and followed the man into the house.

Heaton’s first impression when he entered the house was that it was small, too small.

His second impression was that not only was it small, it was also messy.

On the small sofa in the hall, several women's clothing were placed messily on it. This showed that Verian had walked in a hurry in the morning and did not have time to tidy the clothes she had changed out of. On the dining table, there was a box of milk and a bag of toast. They were most probably her breakfast for tomorrow morning. She was not particular about it and he could almost imagine the scene of her leaving the house in the morning.

Verian wanted to pour a glass of water for him to drink. But after trying to pour it out for a long time, only two drops came out. There was no more water. Heaton’s gaze was on her, making her feel a little embarrassed. She smiled uneasily. “I’m going to boil water. You take a seat and wait here.”

Just as she walked by him with the kettle in her hand, her wrist was held by the man. He took the kettle from her hand and turned to the open kitchen without saying a word.

Strictly speaking, this was not a kitchen. It was just a cooking counter for people to cook.

Verian was stunned and saw as he stood by the faucet to get water before placing the electric kettle on its electrical base.