Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 384

"Madam Fudd, are you here to check up on me today?"

Heaton hugged her waist with his long arms as he stared at her seductively.

Even though the man was blind, Verian could see that dim glimmer in his eyes. She felt slightly bashful.

"You're overthinking it. I was having lunch with my high school classmate. We passed by here, so I thought I'd visit you. However, it seems my visit has interrupted your little excursion."

Her tone grew increasingly furious as she spoke.

The subtle smile in the corners of Heaton's eyes deepened as he said, "If you don't like her, I can get Kush to fire her later."

Verian scoffed as she said, "You're making it as if I'm a literal tigress. Since when do I get jealous?"

Heaton inched closer to her face as he spoke in an attractive, deep voice, "Madam Fudd, my stomach hurts from the spice."

"What? A single red pepper can trigger your gastric problem? Your stomach cannot be this weak, right?"

"So, how do you plan to make it up to me?" Heaton's warm breath touched Verian's nose as he exhaled.

Verian blushed. She nudged him with her slim hands as she said, "Don't do anything rash. This is your office, and besides, I'm now a pregnant lady."

She reached out to gently caress his belly as she mumbled, "How can your stomach be this weak? It would be best if you weren't drinking so much when you attend client meetings. Alcohol is bad for your stomach."

"From now onward, my stomach will require Madam Fudd's care."

"Porridge is good for your stomach. I shall cook porridge for you every morning then. I guarantee that you'd grow fat under my care."

Verian reached out to touch the man's face as she teased him.

Heaton felt perplexed. He was naturally fair-skinned, but he preferred not to get fat.

"Will you still love me if I get fat?"

Verian's mind was instantly flooded with images of fat Heaton. Then she immediately shook her head and said, "Forget it. You'd look horrible."

It would affect her appetite too…

"You know, a fat dog, cat, or pig would be adorable. A man, though, would be too horrible to look at when they're fat, right?"

Heaton carried her and said, "I can ask the great creator for you if you'd like."

"Aren't you eating?"

Heaton replied, "If you're willing to stay here, you can rest for a bit. If you don't want to watch me work, I can get Kush to send you home."

"If I stay here, it'll affect your work. I think I'll just head home then."

"Alright, I'll get Kush to send you home."

Verian stopped Heaton when he was just about to make the call.

"This is the city, and the subways are pretty convenient. Besides, it's currently lunch hour, and Kush might still be on his break. There's no need to send me home. Also, I am not your fugitive, so you don't need to have someone watch over me for 24 hours a day."

Heaton was stunned as he pulled her back into his arms for a hug. He asked her softly, "Are you sure you'd be able to get home, alright?"

Verian grabbed the massive arm around her waist before she looked at him. She said, "I was already going home alone before I even met you. Are you trying to spoil me so much that I'd forget how to walk?"

"I'm quite willing to do that, but I don't think you'll let me."

Verian stood on her toes and kissed his chin. She whispered, "Now, can I go?"

"Be careful."

"Alright."

…

After Verian left, the female assistant went into the room to give a report about her work.

However, Heaton told her bluntly, "You can go to the finance department and get your salary for this month."