Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 627

Little Jelly Bean was busy kneading playdough with her little hands while pouting her lips. She had a smug look on her face while remaining silent.

Heaton immediately carried the little rascal in his arms. However, Little Jelly Bean was startled and let out a sudden scream before hugging Heaton’s neck with her arms.

“Alright now. Stop being mad at me, okay? Monty and I bought you some KFC on our way here. Do you want some?”

Little Jelly Bean’s eyes lit up the moment she heard KFC. She exclaimed, “Yes!”

Heaton had bought plenty of different sets. However, he himself only ate a single chicken wing as he was not a fan of greasy foods.

The old man walked over to the kitchen when he smelled the delicious scent of food. He asked, “What are you guys eating?”

Little Jelly Bean held up a drumstick toward the old man as she said, “Grandpa, we’re eating KFC. Do you want some?”

The old man raised his hand and patted Little Jelly Bean’s head. He asked, “Does it taste good?”

“It tastes amazing! Try some, grandpa.”

“Oh no. I’m not eating that. Jelly Bean, you should eat just a little since we’ll be having dinner real soon.”

Little Jelly Bean replied obediently, “Grandpa, I’ll eat my dinner later!”

Heaton took a glance around the house and did not notice Zaynie so he asked, “Jelly Bean, where’s Zaynie?”

“He’s watching cartoons.”

Heaton called Zaynie over from the living room.

Verian spoke with a smile, “Hurry over, Zaynie, we bought KFC.”

Zaynie still felt a bit reluctant to react to Verian’s call. However, upon seeing just how happy Jelly Bean looked, he was like a little child at heart and his mouth could not resist the temptations of food.

Little Jelly Bean even gave Zaynie a drumstick. “Zaynie, daddy bought a lot and there’s no way I’ll be able to finish it. Why don’t we eat together!”

Heaton reached out to pat Zaynie as he sat next to Little Jelly. It did not take long for both children to cheerfully share a meal together.

…

After they had dinner at the old house, Heaton and Verian had a short talk with the old man until it was around 9pm. They brought Little Jelly Bean and Little Pickle back to Shallow Bay Mansion soon after.

Verian was hugging Little Pickle in her arms as he slept soundly in the car. Little Jelly Bean had also fallen asleep while lying next to her.

Verian suddenly recalled something when she stared at Little Pickle’s white little face. She said, “Heaton, Little Pickle is more than a year old now and still doesn’t know how to speak. Should we go look for a doctor?”

“That’s alright, we’ll get him checked out since Little Jelly Bean knew how to call out to people when she was barely a year old. However, it’s my fault since I was barely by his side after he was born.”

Verian teased him with a smile, “You don’t seem to like our son very much. You’re obviously giving Little Jelly Bean more attention.”

“It’s only a matter of time before our son grows up to be a little brat. Our daughter is such an angel.”

Verian reached out to caress Little Jelly Bean who was sleeping next to her. He made a fair point though. Little Jelly Bean looked so adorable so anyone would love her. Not to mention, Little Pickle still could not speak so naturally, anyone would prefer Little Jelly Bean over him.

Moreover, Little Pickle’s personality resembled his father. He was quiet and aside from eating, he would spend most of his time sleeping in the cradle. This made him even more boring.

However, now that he was more than a year old, walking and speaking should be something they needed to seriously teach him soon.

…

Upon returning to Shallow Bay Mansion, Verian logged into Weibo again after she and Aunt Heidy tucked both children to sleep.

It seemed the discussion on Weibo had grown even more heated.

After Heaton got out of the washroom, he noticed Verian had a serious look on her face while looking at her phone and lying in bed.

“What’s the matter?”

The moment the man approached her, the refreshing scent of man’s shampoo could be smelled. It was really good.

“Joy seems to be hiding something since someone has found an archive of private photos of her cuddling up with a mysterious man.”

Heaton teased, “A mysterious man?”

Verian handed her phone to him and said, “Yeah. Is this Shayne?”

After Heaton took a glance at the picture, he immediately said, “That picture has been photoshopped.”

“How do you know that picture was photoshopped with a single glance?”

“I’ve known Shayne for quite the number of years now. He’d never wear a pink shirt nor a facemask.”

The corners of Verian’s mouth twitched as she said, “He never wears a facemask even when he’s out with Joy? Wouldn’t he be an easy target for the media then?”

“Shayne afraid of the paparazzi? No, the only person that would be afraid of them is Joy. Joy’s picture from the left looks real. She has kept herself so tightly covered. She’s even wearing a hat and facemask too.”

Heaton found the entire ordeal rather weird…when he thought about Shayne wearing a pink shirt and facemask.

Suddenly, Verian locked her phone and stared at Heaton with a skeptical look. She questioned him, “How do you know Shayne so well?”

“Because we’re good friends.”

“How are you friends with Shayne when he’s literal human trash? Do you guys often look for hostesses together?”

Heaton was being blindly accused by her. “Good lord, what year are we in? Do we really still have to look for hostesses?”

“Fair point. You guys would most probably look for celebrities or models anyway.”

Heaton was speechless.