Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 311

“Nobody taught me this, I’ve learned it myself.”

Heaton heard this and bit Verian on her neck with force, Verian whimpered, then looked at him and asked, “Why did you bite me?”

“Who taught you these lousy things?”

Verian was left speechless.

Heaton’s eyelashes trembled, he then firmly trapped her between his chest and the sofa, giving her no chance to resist.

There was no sleep for the night.

Till midnight, Verian thought solemnly, she must have been crazy to wear such sexy lingerie to seduce Heaton.

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Early next morning, Verian shrank in bed, tired, and unconscious.

Heaton got up refreshed and took a shower.

Verian was awakened by the sound of the bath, moved her body a little, and found that her entire body was moved. Her sight was locked on the carpet.

Only a few thin straps and a few poor lace fabrics left on the floor. The sexy lingerie had long been torn.

Last night, Heaton was as angry as a raging beast.

Verian became furious as soon as she was reminded of that scene.

The staff of the underwear shop was right, men love simple fetishes.

After Heaton came out of the bathroom, he saw that the woman on the bed had woken up, he then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, touched the top of her head with his bare hands, and asked, “Do you want me to take you for a shower?”

Verian felt shy. “No, no, I’ll shower myself, don’t you have to go to work?”

Heaton looked at her amused. “You begged me to love you so pitifully last night, and now you’re making me leave impatiently.”

Verian kept quiet.

Heaton teased her, “Mrs. Fudd, isn’t it kind of ruthless for you to be throwing me away after toying me?”

Verian remained silent and pulled up the quilt to cover her face.

Heaton’s hands stretched across the quilt, then lightly patted it twice, and noticed the erotic underwear that had been torn on the carpet, and asked, “Who instigated you to buy these messy clothes?”

Still, she did not answer.

Listening to his serious tone of voice, Verian poked her head out of the quilt and mumbled softly, “You’re complaining right now. But who was the one who had a nosebleed seeing me wearing this kind of clothes last night.”

Heaton was seldom choked by words. He coughed and got up and turned his back to look for a shirt in the closet.

But Verian still saw it clearly, Heaton’s ears were slightly red.

It was hard to imagine that even Heaton would have awkward moments as well.

Verian crawled out of the quilt, got out of bed, and hugged him from behind, lying on his back.

“Recently I always thought that you don’t care about me that much anymore, but now I realize you still like me a lot.”

If he did not, he would not have had a nose bleed in front of her like a little boy.

Heaton glanced at her little hand that was entangled around his waist, he pushed her away, turned around, bent down, and stared at her and said, “You think I like you very much.”

The moment Verian wanted to ask what else it was, her lips were already sealed by Heaton’s lips, only to hear him speak in a deep and gentle voice, “I love you very much, don’t deny nor doubt my feelings for you easily.”

Verian’s heart trembled and melted.

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After Heaton left, Verian took a bath and ate breakfast. She was very tired due to the vigorous exercise she had yesterday night, hence she went back to bed.

On the phone, Serene asked in a gossipy manner, “How’s the battle last night?”

Verian sent her a smiley face.