Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 735

Ruby merely focused her gaze on Blaine’s face without even looking at the woman behind him. She then said while staring directly at Blaine, “You don’t need to kick me out. I don’t even want to sleep in your room. However, the only thing is that I’m not sure if my memory was horrible or not but I remembered that someone specifically ordered me since my very first day here that I absolutely have to sleep in his room. It’s only been a day and now you want to kick me out? Oh, Director Glaceau, you truly are heartless.”

Regardless of whether that statement was intentional or not, it was meant for Miss Cindy to hear.

The deeper meaning behind her statement was to show that she could be kicked out of Blaine’s room even if she was able to sleep on Blaine’s bed. Thus, any woman could be kicked out at anytime.

Based on how casual Ruby’s tone sounded along with her care-free expression, this showed Cindy that Ruby was merely fooling around with Blaine and no actual feelings were involved. However, it would be quite unfortunate for Cindy if she had actual feelings for Blaine.

Ruby’s feet were bare. However, she did not seem too bothered by it as she asked Aunt Heather, “Where will I be sleeping tonight, Aunt Heather?”

However, when Ruby walked by Blaine, her arm was gently grabbed by him.

Ruby cracked a subtle smile at him as she looked back at Blaine. She said with a sinister grin, “What are you grabbing me for, Blaine? Go on and have fun with your new toy then.”

Blaine lowered his gaze and stared at her bare snow white feet as his gaze dimmed slightly with a slight frown. He asked, “Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?”

Blaine bent over the instant he said that before carrying Ruby in his arms and walking directly toward the guest room next to the master’s bedroom. He ordered Aunt Heather, “Bring Miss Cindy to the west wing guest room.”

“Yes, Master Blaine. This way, please Miss Cindy.”

As Cindy watched Blaine carrying Ruby away in his arms, she clutched the tail ends of her skirt while an envious glint flashed across her eyes.

When she followed Aunt Heather to the guest room at the west wing, she could not help but ask, “Aunt Heather, who exactly is Miss Luna anyway? Why is she even allowed to sleep in Blaine’s room?”