Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 238

Last night, Little Jelly Bean was brought back to the Fudd mansion by someone sent by Old Master Fudd. Old Master Fudd's reason was that he must not let Little Jelly Bean disturb Verian's rest during pregnancy.

This sounded like he had most probably accepted Verian, even though his attitude toward her was still a bit cold.

However, Verian was confident that she could get along well with Old Master Fudd in the future.

After having breakfast, Heaton wanted to go to his company. As usual, Verian walked him to the yard.

"Don't make do with your simple lunch that lacks nutrition. If you don't want to cook, I'll find a housekeeper to come over to cook lunch for you in a few days."

"You have to quickly go to work. I won't simply make do with a simple lunch, okay."

Heaton gave a 'hm' sound and said, "I'll come back to check on you at night."

Verian blushed and pushed him into the car. Heaton lowered his body slightly and tapped his cheek with his finger. With a burning cheek, Verian got closer and casually kissed him on the side of his thin lips.

"Can you come back earlier tonight?"

Heaton raised his eyebrows. "Why? Any surprises for me?"

"Hm... I’m keeping it as a secret first."

He said that he did not celebrate western festivals, so he must have forgotten that today was Christmas, which was also his birthday.

However, it did not matter. She would remind him.

Heaton looked at her pretending to be mysterious. His heart was moved, and he put his arms around her waist to bring her into his embrace. He kissed her deeply.

The clear breath of the man attacked her in her mouth and almost drowned her.

She was kissed until she became weak in his embrace. When he let go of her, she pushed him away softly and said, "Remember that you must come back earlier."

Heaton curled his lips and nodded his handsome chin before turning around to go into the car.

Verian watched the black Spyker leaving the yard. Then, she turned around to enter the house feeling extremely sweet.

...

The traffic on the road was congested today, but Heaton was in a good mood.

Over the radio in the car, there was a happy voice from the female DJ.

[Time flies. The annual festival, Christmas, is here again. The streets are full of Santa Claus’ wearing red Christmas clothes. There is a strong festive atmosphere. There should be some love interactions. We don't know what good news will happen on Christmas today. Let’s connect with the first audience…]

Heaton's thin lips curved. He was looking forward to what birthday present his little wife would give him.

His phone rang.

The phone connected and Heaton did not look at the caller ID before talking into his bluetooth headset, "Hello, who's calling?"

"It's me."

Sam?

Heaton frowned slightly. "Sam?"

"Heaton Fudd, I have something to tell you. It is something very important. If you still feel guilty about Sam back then, come to Zacry Mountain."

Heaton frowned deeper. "Why Zacry Mountain?"

"This is because, back then, you, Sam, and Yanni had the best friendship. This all ended on Zacry Mountain, didn’t it?"

Heaton's eyes turned darker. "You're not Sam. Who exactly are you?"

"When you come to Zacry Mountain, I'll tell you everything."

Sam, who was on the other end, hung up the phone. She then took out a photo from her pocket.

In the photo, Heaton and Yanni were standing side by side with Sam. The three of them had a good relationship. They were holding onto each other's shoulders and backs. Although Sam was a woman, there was no embarrassment at all. The background of this photo was the morning sun on Zacry Mountain. They were waiting to see the most beautiful sunrise on Zacry Mountain.

This photo was found in her sister's boudoir when she returned to her sister's old house.

The date printed behind this photo happened to be a month before the accident happened.

She gently stroked Sam's face on the photo and murmured, "Sister, am I right to do these things?"

Today, Heaton would surely die.

However, she did not seem to get the pleasure as she thought she would.

She raised her moist eyes as she stood in the phone booth. She looked at the happy Christmas atmosphere outside, but felt no joy.

In order to go to Zacry Mountain, he must pass by Bolte Sea Bridge. If there was no hiccups in her plan, soon, Heaton himself would sink into the sea with his car.

...

In the president's office of Yash Building...

Yanni looked at the cell phone in the transparent zip-lock bag. His eyes flashed with suspicion, and he ordered his assistant, "Get all the communication logs from this phone."

Dan Lee took the phone and nodded. "Okay, Mr. Quain."

"Buy a new phone and send it here."

Dan was stunned. "Uh... Do you want to use it? Or...?"

"I want a lady's phone."

Yanni thought that if Sam's phone was white, he should buy another white phone for her. "A white one."

"Okay."

When Dan went out, Yanni called back the landline at Blue Prefecture Villa.

Nobody picked up.

Did Sammie go out?

When Dan delivered the new phone, Yanni said, "Send people to find Sammie."

"Ah...?"

If everything was fine, why were they sending people to find Ms. Joyce?