Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 71

"What's more?"

With a cold and dangerous breath, the man approached her inch by inch. Verian pressed her hands on the big bed behind her and subconsciously moved her butt back. Vigilantly, she stared at him. "I mean, I didn't lead the old man there. Also, you know that Nancy sent someone to kidnap me. Why are you protecting her by covering her crime?"

"Did you eavesdrop?"

"I went to you to ask about Little Jelly Bean, and I didn't expect to see you and Nancy having adultery in the study. Not to say that you're covering up her illegal acts! Heaton Fudd, if you're a man, you should..."

The man's long fingers pinched her chin, and he lowered his head to seal her lips with a kiss.

This kiss was filled with irritable rage.

Adultery?! She thought that he was having adultery with Nancy?!

"Whether I'm a man or not, you'll find out very soon!"

Heaton took off the tie around his neck. His gloomy and cold black eyes were filled with sexual desire, looking kind of wicked. Verian was so scared that she kept drawing back. "W-What are you going to do? Heaton Fudd! I'm warning you, you're not allowed to..."

"What am I not allowed to do?"

As soon as the man grabbed her slender ankle, he pulled her from the side of the big bed back to her previous position. "I'm not allowed to kiss you, or I'm not allowed to touch you?"

With a zap sound, the thin shirt on her body was torn apart by Heaton. The buttons jumped off from the shirt one by one, and they dropped pitifully to the floor with falling sounds. Verian flushed and embraced her arms in front of her chest tightly. Biting her lips, she shouted, "If you want to let off your desire, go and find Nancy! I have no obligation to serve you!"

Heaton sneered while curling up his lips. "Do you think Mont Family Mansion was given to you for free?"

"You bastard!"

She was abruptly pressed down by him. His predatory kiss made Verian feel despair. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes. Heaton saw that and felt annoyed, so he turned her whole body upside down and used his chest to press against her back. His thin lips touched her ear, and he coldly said, "I could do it with you three years ago. Now, why are you pretending to be reserved with me?"

Verian's tears rolled down. "Heaton Fudd! You're a bastard!"

Verian's warm tears moistened the pillow cover. She held the bedsheet tightly with both hands. She wanted to resist but was suppressed ruthlessly by Heaton. His action of forcing her while she was reluctant made no difference than raping.

Heaton stared at the stubborn woman under him, pinched her chin, and sneered in a cold and hoarse voice. "Being stubborn with me won't do you any good!"

...

In a blurred mind, Heaton held her to the bathroom for a shower while she was half-fainted. She did not know how she survived the night. When she woke up, it was already the next morning.

In the bedroom, her whole body was very sore, as if she was crushed by a truck.

Heaton had already left, and he had never felt sorry for her. Verian hugged the quilt and buried her face in it. Helplessly, she cried faintly under the blanket.

Why did Heaton treat her this way? She was neither his lover, nor his wife. Why did he force her regardless of her will?!

What was sadder was that his cold look yesterday made him appear like a whoremonger!

Why should she endure his asshole treatment!