Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 310

As Verian contemplated whether she should take off her bath towel and wait for Heaton under the blanket, the bathroom door opened.

Heaton was wiping his hair with his towel as he walked to their bed.

Seeing Verian standing next to the bed looking restless, he asked, “You seem all hyped up today? It’s past ten already. Don’t you feel sleepy?”

Verian slept very early usually. The only time she went to bed late was if she took a long nap in the afternoon.

He could understand her being often drowsy back then when she was pregnant, but he could not understand why she was still always sleepy without being pregnant. He never met anybody like her who could sleep so well.

Heaton usually slept six hours a day. Before getting married to Verian, he would occasionally sleep only three to five hours a day when his schedules were packed. However, he was already used to not having much sleep. Thus, he never looked tired.

Verian grabbed her towel with her tiny hands. She started to get nervous seeing Heaton staring at her that way. “Uhm… Why not I help you dry your hair?”

Heaton glanced at her, smiled, and sat beside her. Then, he passed her his towel. Verian climbed onto their bed, knelt down behind him, and absent-mindedly, she started drying his hair.

Heaton asked, “Why are you being so nice today?”

“I know that you’re busy, so I thought I should reward you.”

Heaton reached out his hands and pulled her into his embrace from behind. Verian lost balance and fell onto his thigh, staring at his handsome face.

“Your hair is still wet...”

The man gently glided his long and rough fingers across Verian’s smooth and tender face. He lowered his eyes and gazed at her for a long time.

Probably because of his focused yet scorching gaze, or her feeling guilty wearing sexy lingerie, her cheeks blushed more than usual.

The towel on Verian’s palms fell to the ground. She circled her arms around Heaton’s neck, lifted her head, and kissed his thin lips.

With one emotional kiss, it all started.

She whispered in Heaton’s ears, “Can we have another baby?”

Heaton’s eyes darkened.

He looked at her soft lips and all of a sudden, he stopped kissing her. Instead, he hugged her and spoke in his hoarse voice, “Your body needs time to recover. We don’t have to rush for another baby. We already have Little Jelly Bean and we’ll be fine even if we don’t have another child.”

Heaton’s words were very clear. Verian could not pick out anything odd with what he just said. She could only be slightly disappointed. “But I want another child.”

“Be a good girl and let's wait until your body recovers fully.”

Heaton carried her up from his leg and settled her down in bed. Then, he covered her in the quilt. Supporting himself with both hands on the bed, he kissed the tip of Verian’s nose and said, “I still have some work left to handle. You go to bed first.”

The make-out session that stopped abruptly tormented Verian.

Verian laid on the bed and pinched her pillows using her tiny fingers. Tossing and turning around on the bed, she was in a fret.

She laid still on the bed and stared straight at the ceiling as she wondered what went wrong. Back then, Heaton would have been turned on by her. He would pin her down on the bed and...

Fantasizing such scenarios, her face started burning up again. Verian covered her face with both of her hands.

However, she could not help feeling dejected.

She could not sleep. She flipped the quilt, slipped in her house shoes, and ran to the study room.

Worried that Heaton was too focused on his work, she knocked several times on the door before entering the room. However, there was no response. Fueled by curiosity, she pushed the door open.

The room was empty.

That was weird. Where did Heaton go?

As she entered the room, she heard sounds of running water coming from the bathroom.