Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 52

That refreshing manly scent was gradually closing in on her until when both of their scents were mixed together, Verian Mont’s mind recalled that statement, ‘Heaton Fudd was showering’, by Nancy Xander. She violently recoiled as the coquettish shy glint below her eyes faded away. She looked at Heaton Fudd with a calm and cold gaze who was directly on her. “Did Director Xander’s did a bad job serving you last night? How is it that you still have the energy to look for other women?”

Although the heat and blush from her cheeks had not fully faded away, the tone of her voice as she questioned him sounded obviously cold.

Heaton Fudd’s dark pearly eyes constricted as his gaze was fixed on the woman underneath him.

Last night? She called him when he was taking a shower?

Verian Mont seized the opportunity of his confusion to push him away. She stood up and faced her back at him while fixing her slightly messy clothes. She spoke while pouting, “If there’s nothing else, President Fudd, I’ll go back to work.”

She did not turn her head back for a look and as she was about to pace her way out in her high heels, her arm was grabbed by the man behind her with a swift motion, pulling her back. The man’s gaze was focused deeply on her. Buried at the bottom of his eyes was a hint of teasing fun. “Are you jealous?”

Verian Mont took a deep breath and told herself to calm down. She maintained a cold expression and said, “I am only your wife by name, what right do I have to be jealous? Besides, President Fudd, you’re not my type.”

Heaton Fudd inched closer while slightly lifting his chin to judge her. “You like the type of guys like my nephew?”

“Whoever I like has nothing to do with you!”

The patience Heaton Fudd had for women had always been poor. He was a naturally prideful person. Without even the need to curl his finger, a single gaze alone would attract a whole bunch of women flocking toward him. He was not a masochistic person and the tone of Verian Mont’s voice sounded cold at this moment which angered him. Thus, he suddenly withdrew the huge hand that was grabbing onto her wrist which caught Verian Mont off guard and her whole body fell into his arms.

That man's cold eyes were staring at her. “I have the right to get involved in anything that relates to you during the term of our agreement.”

“Let me go! Heaton Fudd, you’re dating Nancy Xander on one end and indiscriminately flirting with me on the other end. You think you’re really awesome, don’t you?”

Trash! Heaton Fudd was a huge trash just like Jensen!

Jensen was low tier trash but Heaton Fudd was a trash on the inside! Not only was he a trash, it was the trashiest among all trash with reason! A thick-skinned trash!

“Have you forgotten how awesome I am? Would you need my help to refresh your memory?”

That man sounded cold when he made that flirtatious statement. That prideful yet elegant face was truly hard to believe that deep down, Heaton Fudd was such a low life degenerate!

Verian Mont’s tiny face was completely flushed from being so agitated. “Let me go! Heaton Fudd you b*stard! I don’t want a refresher…”

As that man watched how desperate she was fighting back, a wave of lust ignited in his heart. When he was just about to pull her by the hand back onto the couch, Verian Mont lowered her head and violently bit the gap between his thumb and index finger. Without any preparation, Heaton Fudd’s dark pearly eyes twitched and constricted. The cell phone on his desk suddenly rang and seizing this opportunity, Verian Mont ran out of the office!

Heaton Fudd was slightly frowning as he stared at the slender silhouette frantically escaping. He lowered his head and glanced at the rows of teeth marks left on the gap between his thumb and index finger on his right hand. This woman’s zodiac sign might be the hound to bite with such force. Had he violated her or eaten any slice of meat from her body? From the way she looked at him, it was filled with so much resentment and malice.

The phone was still ringing. Heaton Fudd turned around to pick up his cell phone from his desk. Nancy Xander’s voice was echoing from the other end.

“Hello, Heaton, Zaynie’s activity is about to start, where are you?”

Heaton Fudd’s gaze was slightly lowered as his long slender finger was gently rubbing against the moist teeth marks on the gap between his thumb and index finger. He replied with very little attention, “I’ll be there immediately.”

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After Heaton Fudd was done with the parents' children's event alongside Nancy Xander and Zaynie, he drove to pick Little Jelly Bean up.

Nancy Xander was sitting on the backseat with Zaynie in the car. Heaton Fudd asked in a calm and cold tone, “Has my phone rang while I was taking a shower last night?”