Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 66

Subconsciously, Verian thought that Heaton was referring to her surrogacy three years ago. Naturally, she mistook his meaning that she was already unclean, so she should not pretend to be innocent and pure!

There seemed to be fine needles that pierced her heart, and the pain was silent!

She grabbed the shirt and turned around. As she put on the shirt, she said in a cold voice. "President Fudd has money and power. Why do you want a woman who was like second-hand goods like me? I've given birth to a child for someone. I'm afraid that President Fudd will not be comfortable doing anything with me!"

Her tone was filled with strong provoking intention.

Heaton pulled her body over, pushed her against the mirror in the bathroom, and pinched her chin. His tone sounded devilish, and his eyes looked extremely evil. "If it's a usual day, I would not disdain to do it. But, we're now in this deserted place, and you provoke me. How can you not help me now?"

Verian was still aggressive a second before. When the powerful man attacked her, she immediately became a coward. She shrank her neck and retreated into the bathroom. "Y-You don't mess around! If you don't want Nancy to be sad... Ah!"

The man dragged her into his arms and lowered his head to seal her red lips.

As Verian thought she could not escape from him tonight, the room door was knocked.

Verian came back to reality sensibly and stretched out her hand to push the man who was on her body. "There's someone... Heaton Fudd... There's someone!"

"Don't care about it!"

Nevertheless, the knock at the door was so aggressive that it would not stop. Finally, it ruined Heaton’s mood. With a somber face, he strode to the door.

Verian's slim shoulders could not help but tremble. The person outside came at a wrong timing, he or she had no idea how he or she would die later.

As soon as Heaton opened the door, he saw a charming lady who was dressed in a sexy exposing dress and behaving seductively. With her fingernails painted with hot red nail polish, she touched her curly hair. She thought she was very sexy and used non-standard Mandarin to talk to Heaton. "Sir, 500 dollars. Are you interested?"

The woman also made an eye at Heaton.

Verian was standing inside, and her body was covered in a shirt. She lowered her body and came out. When she saw this scene, she almost burst into laughter. There, Heaton's face turned extremely cold and stern. He spoke with icy words. "I don't need it."

He raised his hand and wanted to close the door, but the woman blocked it and rubbed herself against him. It was rare to see such a handsome man. She must enter his room tonight, even if she did not charge him!

"Don't rush to close the door! How about this? I give you a half-price discount tonight! 250 dollars!"

Verian covered her mouth that was about to laugh out loud. 250 dollars...

Heaton's face was stern, but now it became sterner and harder. This was the first time Verian saw Heaton being 'sexually harassed' by someone!

This prostitute had really great courage!

The corner of Heaton's eyes took a glance and saw the little woman who was shrinking her body on the bed. His thin lips suddenly curved. He switched the conversation topic—he faced the prostitute and said, "Do you see her? That's my wife. She's very fierce. If you don't leave now, she'll set a fire to burn your hair."

The woman was sensible. She had a look at Verian contemptuously. "A woman who has no ability to guard her man will become a shrew. Look at her shriveled figure..."

Innocently, Verian was criticized for no reason.

She removed her blanket and jumped out of the bed. "Who are you talking about?"

The prostitute kept rubbing herself against Heaton's body, and her hands kept touching him. She was very coquettish. "I'm referring to you!"

Verian's anger was suddenly stirred up, and she ran over to push the woman away. She threw out her chest and said confidently. "This is my husband! Where are you touching?! I'll light a fire to burn your hair if you don't leave!"

The woman glared at her, and a middle-aged bald man suddenly appeared from the next door. He said as he smiled happily, "I heard you said 250 dollars per night. If he doesn't want you, I want! Let's go!"

The woman was dragged into the room by the middle-aged man, and she said in a dissatisfied manner. "No way for that! 500 dollars!"

Verian could not help but laughed out loud. Before she could finish laughing, she felt a scorching gaze fixed on her above her head—