Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 718

The next morning.

Although Ruby was still required to rest in bed, she could still walk. Aunt Heather initially wanted to serve breakfast straight to her but Ruby was not used to being served by people. Therefore, she went downstairs for breakfast.

However, Blaine was nowhere to be seen early in the morning.

“Aunt Heather, where’s Blaine? Is he in a meeting?”

“I’m not too sure myself. However, Master Blaine has already left early in the morning. However, it doesn’t seem like he’s going for a meeting since he said he’ll be back in a short while.”

…

Blaine had personally gone to the hidden cell.

The President’s secretary was already beaten and bloodied in the hidden cell. However, that alone was not enough.

Blaine descended down the stairs like a god and when he looked at the glowing red branding iron, Old K understood what he wanted to do and handed the glowing red branding iron to him.

Harry was wide-eyed, looking absolutely terrified when he noticed the glowing red branding iron. Every inch of his body trembled in fear as he pleaded, “Please, Master Blaine, no… No… Master Blaine, all of this isn’t my fault! I was ordered by the President! It has nothing to do with me! I really didn’t do anything to Miss Softie!”

Blaine pressed the branding iron onto Harry’s right cheek with an emotionless expression.

“Ah!”

An ear-piercing shriek filled the room!

The red hot iron completely burned the entirety of Harry’s right cheek. A mixture of charred flesh and blood was left on the right side of his face, a gory sight to behold. However, Blaine did not even blink since the very beginning, his eyes looking eerily calm.

Harry was about to pass out from being seared by the branding iron. However, he was still struggling as he pleaded, “I beg you… Master Blaine… Please let me go… It was all the President’s idea to torture Miss Softie… You’re also aware that I’m nothing more than a loyal dog to the president, Master Blaine… I can’t disobey the President’s orders…”

Blaine squinted his eyes as if he was staring at something that hurt his eyes. He threw the branding iron back into the furnace impatiently, turned around, and left the hidden cell. However, he left Harry with a cold statement, “Tell your b*tch master when you return that if he dares touch anyone that belongs to me in the future, I’ll return the favor by a hundred to a thousand times worse than whatever he does.”

…

Blaine returned to Kingswood mansion when Ruby was only halfway through her breakfast.

Blaine sat beside Ruby and asked her out of nowhere, “So how was it? Did you sleep well last night?”

While Ruby shoved food into her mouth, she intentionally said, “Your bed sure is big and soft, Blaine. It was comfortable to sleep in too. However, you weren’t hugging me to sleep so I didn’t exactly sleep well last night.”

This statement should have been pleasing to hear.

However, Blaine scoffed without much emotion on his face as he said, “So you’re beating around the bush in inviting me to sleep with you each night then?”

“Is that not okay?” Ruby was wide-eyed as she stared at a certain man innocently.

Blaine seemed to not mind as he said, “Whatever you say.”

Aunt Heather who was standing by the table seemed extremely ecstatic and could not help but say, “Judging from the looks of things, it seems something joyous will happen real soon in this house.”

Ruby was speechless.

…

The wounds on Ruby’s body had pretty much recovered after resting for half a month. By applying the cream Nine prescribed, the lashes left behind from the whipping were not too obvious or deep. Even if there were lash marks on her body, they would fade away with time.

After Blaine had taken care of the last batch of documents in his study, he made a phone call.

“Are the results out yet?”

Nine’s lazy voice could be heard coming from the other end of the call as he said, “It’s out and congratulations, both your skin structures were a match and the possibility of rejection is as low as twenty percent. It shouldn’t be much of a problem for a skin transplant. It’ll be a lot better after the transplanted skin starts shedding normally.”

“Okay.”

Nine could not help but say, “Say, Director, why won’t you allow Miss Softie to make the transplant with a different patch of skin from her own body? It’s only a small patch of skin that has necrosed anyway, so a random transplant would be fine. Why are you even doing this?”

“I don’t want her to hurt anymore. Is this reason good enough for you?”

It seemed the Director was not even the slightest bit flustered. He was even said that with such a serious tone.