Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 308

“You don’t like me anymore, do you?”

Heaton was slightly startled hearing such a question out of the blue.

Verian was asking rather childishly. Heaton thought she sounded kind of cute getting all jealous.

Heaton let her hold one of his hands, while he placed the other hand on her body. Then, he let her lean against his waist.

He patted Verian gently on her back and asked in his slightly hoarse voice, “What nonsense are you thinking about?”

Being stubborn, Verian held his waist tightly with both of her hands. Then, she asked in a low and muffled voice, “Then tell me, did you fall in love with someone else?”

Heaton lifted his hand and pinched his brows. He eventually sat beside her and deeply gazed at her. Then, he said, “I didn’t.”

“But you’ve just said that the girls at the dinner are pretty.”

“I was just joking. I don’t even remember how the girls looked like at dinner.”

He was being half-serious by saying that as he was trying to coax her.

However, Heaton was used to seeing beautiful women whenever he attended dinner with clients. Since he was used to it, he was not attracted to them no matter how beautiful the women at dinners were.

The client even tried to set Heaton up with his own niece at the dinner that night. He rejected the offer politely and did not even look at that girl the whole night. Let alone remember how the girl looked.

The girl was pretty, but regardless, she was no match to Rainie.

Verian hugged his neck with both her hands and snuggled up to his neck. Feeling relieved, she said, “You’ve been drinking a lot recently, can your body handle it?”

Judging from the strong smell of alcohol lingering on his body, it was obvious he drank a lot that night.

Heaton sighed. He took Verian’s hands off his neck and held them in his palm. Then, he said, “I’m going to take a bath first, you can continue sleeping.”

Verian nodded. Not only he smelled of alcohol, but he also smelled of a woman’s perfume. He must have been tainted by the smell during the dinner earlier.

As Heaton shower, Verian laid down on the bed but she could no longer fall asleep.

Heaton came out of the bathroom and laid on the comfortable bed in his cotton pajamas. Verian instantly snuggled up into his arms like a little kangaroo. Both of them embraced each other, settling down in their most comfortable and intimate position.

Heaton rubbed his chin against her fluffy hair. He closed his eyes and asked in his deep voice, “What did you have for dinner?”

“I ate some noodles.”

Heaton was slightly shocked. “Instant noodles?”

Verian kept quiet, silently agreeing to what Heaton said.

Disappointed and irritated, Heaton reprimanded, “Are you kidding me?”

“But you’re not at home and I don’t feel like cooking. Besides, I’ve recovered. It shouldn’t be much of a problem eating instant noodles.”

Verian was not as particular as Heaton when it comes to food. She thought it was enough as long as she did not starve and she rarely cared about her health.

One month after her abortion, she would not have consumed nutritional meals and various herbal food—unpalatable food—if Heaton did not force her to.

However, as the saying goes ‘good medicine tastes bitter’. In just one month’s time, she gained several kilograms.

Feeling a little helpless, Heaton sighed. He wanted to blow up but he could not bring himself to do that. He drank quite a lot earlier so he felt rather tipsy. Hugging the delicate woman in his arms, all he wanted was to get a goodnight’s sleep. Recently, he had to entertain a lot of clients as it was near the year-end. On top of that, Verian’s true identity was still a concern. He had already made up his mind that he will not let go of Verian, but if the truth of Verian’s birth was revealed, he was afraid that Verian would be hurt instead.

The world had always been more hostile and cruel toward women.

Although Verian was already Mrs. Fudd, she was still a 24-year-old young girl. There were things that Heaton preferred to keep a secret from Verian.

“Sleep now.”

Verian took a long nap in the afternoon, so she was wide awake. She lifted her face from his arms and said, “But I still want to talk to you.”

Heaton kept quiet.