Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 37

In the eyes of the big group of spectators who were waiting to watch the drama play out, Heaton suddenly approached Wanelle, forcing her to get close to the blue and clean swimming pool.

Wanelle was so scared that her footsteps were shaky. Her voice trembled, and she looked at him in terror. "H-Heaton Fudd... What do you want to do?!"

The man before her was wearing a thin black shirt, and his hands were tucked in his pockets. With his terrifying vibe, he forced Wanelle to the edge of the pool step by step. Then, he said coldly, "Do you want to jump in yourself? Or do you want to make me to take action?"

As his words were said, with a giant splash, Wanelle took a wrong step and fell into the swimming pool behind her.

"Ahh—"

A cry!

"Heaton Fudd! Verian Mont! You b*stards!"

Beside the pool stood a group of rich and beautifully dressed wealthy heirs and heiresses. After Heaton arrived, they all changed sides. They pointed to Wanelle who was in the swimming pool, whispered, and mocked her sarcastically. She was wrenched and looked quite pitiful.

Heaton's thin lips curled up slightly and turned to embrace Verian's shoulders. In everyone's envious eyes, she was half held by Heaton and they left the banquet together.

Wanelle, who was soaked in the water, stared at them leaving. Her hands clenched and swung heavily in the water. A fierce desire for revenge flashed in her eyes. "Verian Mont, I'll definitely make you pay!"

...

Although it was early summer, the night in North City was somewhat cool. As they left the hotel, a cool breeze blew and made Verian shudder. She embraced her arms to wrap herself tighter.

She held the coat close to her body and looked at the back of the man who was walking in front of her. She bit the corner of her lower lip and eventually gratefully said, "Heaton... Thank you for saving me tonight."

The man did not speak and walked to the side of the car. Verian thought he had not heard it, so she plucked up her courage and said again, "Thank you for tonight..."

Before her words were finished, Heaton's black eyes lowered and looked at her with an emotion that was hard to tell whether it was happy or angry. "You make threatening gestures like a hedgehog in front of me. You dare to talk back and slap people. However, why are you being such a punching bag in front of Wanelle Sheen?"

Verian's face blushed. "When did I-I... become a punching bag?"

"You were so embarrassed that you fell into the swimming pool. Aren't you just a punching bag?"

"Before that, I did embarrass Wanelle. She totally lost face, but you didn't see it. That's why she pushed me into the swimming pool out of embarrassment and anger. Even if you didn’t come to rescue me, I wouldn’t have lost."

Heaton stared at her angry look enthusiastically and felt laughed for no reason. "Oh? Does that mean you can solve those three kowtows as well?"

"It's impossible for me to give Wanelle kowtows!"

Her ruined little face and her arrogant look made her look a little amusing. However, Heaton looked at her and became distracted.

Verian was slow to realize that the man's burning eyes were staring at her. As she realized, the man had turned and said, "Get in the car."

After they got in the car, Verian sneezed as she sat on the front passenger seat. Heaton turned on the heater quietly and calmly.

The black Spyker drove smoothly on the road. The night neon lights in the city reflected into the car window, and the flashed over the handsome facial features of the man. Verian carefully peeked at him and asked, humming and hawing, "Didn't you say... There was a social engagement tonight? Why are you free?"

The man glanced at her briefly. "The social engagement ended early."