Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 278

Verian leaned on his shoulder. While they were walking, she was trying to make conversation with him.

However, Heaton only remained silent.

Verian reached out and pinched his face lightly as she asked curiously, "Heaton, why are you ignoring me?"

Heaton did not answer her question. Instead, he asked, "Are you cold?"

Verian shook her head. "I'm not cold."

She reached out her little hand and caught a few snowflakes. Then, she mischievously stuffed her icy cold hand into Heaton's neck.

Verian looked at him with a smile. "Are you cold?"

Instead, Heaton just hugged her even tighter. Gently, he pushed her up his back and carried her more firmly. Then, he replied dotingly, "You need a spanking."

Verian gently flicked the unmelted snowflakes on his black hair. "Heaton, your hair really turned white."

All she got in return was a soft mumble from the man.

Verian leaned over to his ear and said, "I heard people say that those who got their hair white under their first snow will grow old together. However, sometimes I would wonder, will you leave me first by the time we get old since you’re eight years older than me. By that time, I must feel very lonely and helpless."

Heaton stopped walking. He turned sideways and looked at the woman on his shoulder through the pouring snow. Then, word by word he said, "I will never leave you alone."

His gaze could never be more serious.

Verian did not hear that as her mind wandered off. "You have to keep your promise then. Otherwise, I'll find myself another partner if you leave me first."

"If I were to leave you first, I will bring you along before I leave."

"Heaton Fudd, you're so cruel. I suddenly regret marrying you."

"You're such an idiot. People will bully you after I leave. I'm doing it for your own good."

Verian leaned against his shoulder again. She stared at his handsome face and a sweet smile spread across her face unknowingly.

It was already 7 p.m. when they got back to Shallow Bay. The roof of the house was covered in a thin blanket of white.

Verian took the initiative to ask, "Do I have to eat Artemisia with eggs tonight? I'm feeling a bit sleepy. I'm going to bed after eating and showering."

Heaton's eyes darkened a little. Then, he said, "You can skip it for today. The doctor said you're doing fine now. Go shower and get some rest."

Either it was because Heaton was too good at concealing or Verian trusted him too much, she had no doubts at all.

"Alright, I won't eat it then. I'll go and shower now."

"Mm."

Verian went to bed immediately after she got out from the shower while Heaton headed back to work in his study room. Soon after she laid down, she fell into deep slumber.

Heaton called Kush into the study room.

"Schedule her for a surgical abortion this week."

After he hung up the phone, he stood in front of the French windows, staring at the snowflakes falling from the sky. His eyes were icy cold and they were filled with great sorrow.

Vaguely, Verian heard Heaton calling her.

"Babe, babe."

Verian frowned. She felt something tickling her face. She stretched out her hand to push that person's face away. Then, she muttered, "Mm, stop messing around. I want to sleep."

The man's thin lips fell on her cheeks, then moved downwards to her lips.

She was smothered by his kiss and immediately, her eyes sprung open.

"Mm."

She stretched out her hand and pushed him away.

The man's eyes were warm and gentle. He stared at her and smiled. "Good morning."

Shivers went down Verian's spine and she had goosebumps.