Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 300

Wilson, who was sitting on the couch after Serene’s mother enthusiastically insisted that he did, raised his brows toward Serene.

What a cocky man!

Serene huffed scornfully. She swung her arms and stormed toward the kitchen.

After Serene followed her mother into the kitchen, her mother shouted from the kitchen. “Chainey, I’m busy stir-frying vegetables and don’t have time to entertain you. Feel free to do whatever you want. You don’t have to hold back!”

Indeed, Wilson did not restrain himself and scrutinized the house.

The house was not big and was around ninety square meters. Although it was compact, the house was warm and at this moment, the rays of sunlight shone into the tiny living room through the window. Along with the sizzling sound of stir-frying vegetables from the kitchen, he felt exceptionally peaceful.

There were two rooms and a living room. It was quite obvious which room belonged to Serene. Unable to hold back, he stood up and walked into her room.

Serene's bedroom was warmly furnished too.

There was a single bed covered with a thick, warm-colored bedsheet. Just by the look of it, he could feel the bed was cozy. There was a relatively small computer desk with a desktop on it. Beside the computer desk, there was a mini bookshelf filled with many books. There were some medical manuals and he even spotted the medical compilation book he published. As his eyes glanced over the book, the corner of his mouth unconsciously quirked up in a smile.

However, most of the books on her bookshelf were romantic novels.

Wilson scorned Serene in his heart. This girl did not spend time on her studies and was busy reading nonsense?

On top of the bookshelf, there was a photo of her with someone.

Wilson’s pupils contracted, his eyes showing displeasure.

In the photo, the little girl and Chainer leaned against each other, smiling happily and sweetly.

Serene placed this photo in such an obvious place. Did she really care about Chainer that much?

The more he looked at it, the angrier he was.

Wilson simply pushed the photo frame lightly. Smack! The photo frame toppled as he made it face downward. Out of sight, out of mind.

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In the kitchen, Serene's mother dragged Serene toward her and whispered, “Why does Chainer look completely different from his photos? He… Did he undergo plastic surgery?”

“...”

Serene's lips twitched in ridicule. “ Mom, you have such a wild imagination!”

‘How can plastic surgery…change Chainer’s looks into Wilson’s exquisite facial features? Furthermore, there isn’t even a trace of scars from the surgery either?’

Serene's mother glanced out the kitchen and said, “He doesn’t look like a plastic surgery freak. He’s actually much handsomer compared to the photos. But…how could his looks change so drastically?”

“Mom, he… He…”

Initially, Serene wanted to tell her the truth that this man was Wilson and not Chainer. However, she suddenly felt that it was a good thing that she had misunderstood him as Chainer. She just had to deal with her for the time being. If she were to tell her that this man was not Chainer, her mother probably would have interrogated her due to her temperament. For the sake of everyone’s happiness, this misunderstanding would continue!

“Mom, actually, the photo I showed you last time was taken with a camera that had a face-beautifying feature. Nowadays, youngsters look completely different from their photos when they use such cameras. You also know that.”

Serene's mother was doubtful. “No, aren’t those cameras supposed to make someone look nicer and prettier? Why does Chainey look better in person instead?”

“Come on, mom. He’s not photogenic. Fry your vegetables, dad is coming home soon!”

“Quickly serve tea to Chainey. It’s his first time coming here as a guest. Don’t let him think we’re disregarding him. You better go now!”

Serene lazily poured a cup of tea and walked out of the kitchen. When she saw that there was no one in the living room, she realized Wilson had gone into her bedroom.

She strode toward the bedroom and huffed. “There, drink your tea!”

Wilson looked at her in disdain. “You’re treating your Master with such attitude? I did you a big favor.”