Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 654

Shallow Bay Mansion.

Heaton and Verian were about to go to bed when the phone rang.

Verian frowned. "It's almost midnight; who would call you at this hour?"

Heaton grabbed the phone from the nightstand and looked at the caller ID. It was Yanni Quain.

…

Blues Pub.

When Heaton arrived, Yanni was already half-drunk.

When Yanni saw his friend, he stood up, grabbed Heaton by the collar, and glared at him. "Tell me. Why is she not Sam?"

Heaton calmly said, "She was never Sam. She's Lucy. A different person."

Yanni slumped onto the seat as he grabbed his head with both hands, said hoarsely, "So I should let her go?"

"If you love her, you should take the opportunity. Sam has been gone for so many years. She would want you to be happy as well. If you were to miss out on this relationship because of guilt and remorse, it would not have been worth it."

Love?

Yanni took a deep breath. He did not know who he loved. Was it Sam? It did not feel like it. Lucy, then? When he looked at her, he saw Sam in her. That was not normal.

Heaton sat down next to him and pursed his lip. "Sam died so many years ago. Have you ever thought that maybe you had not loved her in a long time, but you were only obsessed with the idea of her?"

"I don't know." Yanni closed his eyes. He let out a long sigh. His feelings toward Sam were complicated.

Heaton patted his shoulder. "It is unhealthy to live in the past. I used to wallow in my guilt after Sam died, so much that I wanted to die. I thought I could exchange my life for hers. And then Verian came into my life, and I stopped having those thoughts. I hope you'll find someone like that too."

Yanni looked at him. Heaton continued, "Let go of the past. It's time to let Sam go and forgive yourself."

…

Yanni did not go home the entire night. Lucy sat on the bed and waited for him.

The next morning, Lucy washed up and headed down to say goodbye to Aunt Yen. That was when she saw him walk through the door; he reeked of alcohol.

Their eyes met.

Yanni shifted his gaze and walked to the dining table. He held a document in his hand. Lucy thought it was work-related, so she did not pry further.

Lucy said, "I'm leaving, and we might not see each other in the future."

Yanni looked at her and said, Take a look at this document."

"What is it?" Lucy walked toward him. She saw what was written on the top of the document, 'Marriage Contract.'

Lucy was stunned. "What do you mean by this? I thought I told you that I'm not my sister? I'm not—"

"Let's get married." Yanni interrupted her with a serious look on his face.

Lucy's mind was blank. She did not know how to react; she had only dreamed of marrying him.

Yanni looked at the document and said, "I've signed both copies. If you sign, then the contract will be in effect. We'll find a suitable time to register our marriage."

"I'm not Sam."

"I know. You're Lucy. I also know that you love me. Otherwise, you would not have come back to North City so close to New Year's Day. You wanted to have a look at me and then leave without anyone noticing, right?"