Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 267

"Ms. Xyla, these photos are taken after you sent me to follow Heaton."

With her fingers with red nail polish, Xyla took the pile of photos. The eyes of the man in the photos looked fierce, and he pushed Verian away many times. The way he looked at Verian was extremely cold.

The man in the photos was definitely not Heaton. He was another personality of Heaton.

Hmph, one day, Verian would know how serious and terrible Heaton's illness was!

...

Early the next morning, Verian woke up in Heaton's arms.

When she woke up, Heaton also woke up.

She looked at him subconsciously. "Heaton?"

"Yes, I'm Heaton."

Verian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Under what circumstances will your personality change?"

"I don't know very well, but when I get irritated, or when my body suffers great damage and is very weak, the other personalities will take advantage of it and occupy my body. However, I'm not clear about the specific conditions."

Verian moved and wanted to get up, but Heaton pulled her back. "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to make breakfast for you. What if your body is weak and other personalities take advantage of it?"

Heaton hugged her in his arms and rubbed the top of her head. He closed his eyes. "Sleep a little longer."

Verian looked at him, and her fingers gently traced his face.

...

Rarely, Heaton had a sound sleep.

When he woke up, it was a quarter past ten. The person in his arms was gone.

He walked to the kitchen downstairs and saw Verian coming out with breakfast. "Hurry up and freshen up yourself. I've just made breakfast."

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth well, Heaton saw a table of sumptuous breakfast. He said playfully, "Mrs. Fudd, I'm not as weak as you think."

Verian handed him a bowl of lean meat porridge. "Taste my food."

Heaton raised his eyebrows and used a spoon to eat the lean meat porridge. He paused slightly.

Looking at him with anticipation, Verian asked, "Is it delicious? I cooked it for more than an hour. The umami taste should have come out."

"Hm, it tastes good."

“Really?"

Verian also tasted it herself. The porridge had not yet reached her throat, and her eyebrows frowned. "How come it's so salty!"

However, Heaton, who was sitting opposite of her, was eating the bowl of porridge calmly.

"It's so salty. Don't eat it. Have some sandwiches!"

Nevertheless, Heaton quickly finished the bowl of salty porridge. "Mrs. Fudd got up early in the morning to make me a lovely breakfast. If I don't eat it, I would be wasting Mrs. Fudd's love."

Verian's ears became slightly red. "You eat something else. It's too salty. It'll make your mouth dry later."

Heaton gave her a deep glance with his black eyes. He said, "After finishing your meal, follow me somewhere."

"Where?"

"It's confidential."

Heaton deliberately mystified it, holding Verian’s curiosity in suspense.

"So mysterious!"

...

As Heaton brought Verian to a high-end bridal shop, Verian was stunned.

"Why did you bring me to a bridal shop?"

"To pick a wedding dress."

He spoke briefly and firmly.

Heaton helped her unfasten her seat belt and they got out of the car. He hugged her asthey entered the bridal shop.

Verian did not expect Heaton to suddenly take her to a bridal shop to choose a wedding dress.

The shop assistant was particularly enthusiastic. "Mr. Fudd and Mrs. Fudd, what style do you like? We can recommend something."

Heaton lowered his eyes and looked at her gently. He asked softly, "What do you like?"

Verian blushed. After thinking about it, she said, "Something simple."

"Alright. What do you think about this one, Mrs. Fudd?"

"It looks good."

"Mrs. Fudd might as well try it on to see how it looks?"

Verian followed the shop assistant to the dressing room. Wedding dresses were difficult to wear. After a long while, she was not done. The shop assistant went to knock on the door, asking, "Mrs. Fudd, can you let me in to assist you?"

"Oh, alright."

The shop assistant was about to enter the dressing room, but Heaton moved his long legs and came over. He made a squealing gesture with his index finger.

The shop assistant was shocked, smiled shadily and walked away.

Heaton went straight into the dressing room and closed the door.

Verian was facing him with her back, reaching out her hand to fasten the band behind her. She fastened it so many times but failed to do so.

Heaton did not make a sound and reached out to help her fasten it.

His cold fingertips slid through her back muscles indistinctly. She thought it was the shop assistant. "Don't fasten it too tightly."

"Hm."

A man's voice made a sound.

Verian immediately looked back, only to see Heaton's handsome face with a cunning smile.

"Why did you come in?"

Redness quickly conquered her face.

"Mr. Fudd is personally serving Mrs. Fudd. Is Mrs. Fudd satisfied?"

Verian was shy and pushed him out.