Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 54

Verian was forced to lift her tear-streaked face. Her huge watery eyes stared at the man’s handsome face looming closer to her. Heaton’s thin lips were much softer than she imagined. Stunned, she stood still like a fool. The kiss was not deep nor was it passionate, but it was enough to make her heart beat faster.

Heaton let go of her. His deep black eyes stared at her dazed face as his thin lips twitched calmly, “So, can you keep quiet now?”

Moments ago, Verian was losing control of her emotions, lashing out at him with irrational statements and now, the kiss left her bewildered. She did not even know how she lost her temper. As she lowered her head and bit her lips, her face flushed red, badly hoping she could jump into a hole right away.

The man lowered his dark eyes. He gazed at the back of the woman’s fair, arched neck in front of him, and he spoke in a bantering tone, “The villa, you really don’t want it anymore?”

Verian was left speechless. “…”

Verian was terribly embarrassed. She gritted her teeth, braced herself and lifted her head. She stopped crying and smiled at Heaton, “I… I said those words out of anger. Heaton, a great man rarely stoops to pettiness. Just forget what I said just now…”

The man frowned slightly as he looked at her teary face wearing an “obsequious’ smile, “Your smile is so ugly.”

Verian was left speechless. “…”

The man stuffed his hands in his pocket and turned around, giving her the cold shoulder.

Verian subconsciously reached for her lips which were still burning. She thought to herself, ‘Was she really that ugly? Wasn’t he fully immersed in the kiss just now?’

“Where is the bathroom?”

Hands in his pocket, he glanced sideways. Hurriedly, Verian lowered the hand on her lips, fearing that he would misunderstand her recalling the kiss.

“Bath… bathroom? The bathroom is upstairs.”

The man lifted his long legs and was about to go upstairs. He did not regard himself as an outsider at all. He seemed exceptionally natural. Verian called out to him, “There’s a bathroom downstairs. You can use the one downstairs…”

Before Verian even finished her sentence, Heaton walked upstairs without hesitation. He said as he headed upstairs, he said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

‘Shower? Why is he taking a shower in broad daylight?’

Verian chased after him, stopped him and said defensively, “You can take a shower when you go back to the Fudd’s house. It’s not really convenient here, and I don’t have the body wash you usually use…”

The more she talked, the guiltier she felt as she looked at Heaton’s clear and sharp gaze. It was as though his eyes were saying, ‘Go on, keep talking nonsense.’ In the end, Verian’s voice became gradually smaller, weaker and fainter.

Heaton cast her a cold, side glance, “Which room is the bathroom in?”

She pointed to her bedroom, bit her lips and muttered unwillingly, “My room…”

Heaton was always a clean freak. Moreover, it was summer. He was sweating a little after beating Jensen up. However, the one thing that Heaton could not tolerate was Jensen’s strong masculine fragrance lingering on his body. According to Heaton’s taste, those kinds of composite, rich fragrance were considered low class. The smell was pungent, and he could not stand it for another second.

Listening to the splashing sounds coming from the bathroom, Verian complained silently, ‘Why is a man taking a shower in broad daylight? Such a fussy man.”

She took a quick glance around and then caught sight of a retro looking metal box. It was found when they were cleaning out the desk and drawers.

She opened the metal box. It was filled with stuff that Jensen, the scumbag gave her.

There was also a Christmas greeting card from Jensen. It read-