Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1157

On the second floor, Shayne even had to suppress his breathing.

His hands hanging by the side of his pants even balled up into fists.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but finally pushed it back down.

In the dim light, Shayne could see the edge of her clothes poking out of the wall closet. He was stuck in a daze.

The person that he yearned for daily was just inside the closet.

Within the closet, Yanny felt troubled as she covered her face. Her mind was a mess. Earlier, she was too nervous and when she hid in the closet, the edge of her jacket was stuck between the closet doors.

Shayne must have noticed her.

The room was quiet. She could hear the faint footsteps approaching her one step at a time.

She felt extremely nervous, as though her heart would jump right out of her throat. Through the tiny slit between the closet doors, with her back against that dim source of light, Yanny could see the familiar figure and the handsome features she had longed for countless times.

Two years were sufficient for a person to slowly blur out the details of a person’s appearance.

However, when Shayne stood right there before her, his appearance overlapped with those of her memories immediately, imprinting themselves deeply within her.

“Yanny, is that you?”

Shayne’s reddish eyes stared at the closed closet doors, his Adam’s apple trembling greatly.

He raised his arm and grabbed the closet door handles.

Yanny hid in the closet, feeling her whole body going stiff. She covered her mouth tightly, not letting any sound out. However, the edge of her eyes started tearing up because of that low, hoarse ‘Yanny’ that he said.

Her tears quietly rolled down the edge of her eyes and onto the back of her palm.

She breathed out warm air into her palms, feeling as though it would burn her skin.

Just as Shayne was about to pull the closet doors open, a ringing phone cut through the quiet atmosphere in the room.

Shayne’s phone started ringing.

He retracted his hands and took a look at the caller ID. It was from Wilson.

Shayne’s gaze turned cold, having a deep feeling in his gut that something was up. He took his phone and went to the balcony to answer it.

On the other end, Wilson said, “Old Shayne, I discovered a hallucinogen that’s similar to the one you described in the Central African Republic. This type of hallucinogen is powerful in the sense that it can affect someone’s psyche and create an image, making something that had not happened to appear real. It would cause the user to experience something so realistic that it would be impossible to tell what’s real and what’s not. This kind of hallucinogen is used in the Central African Republic on slaves and beasts to keep them under control, forcing them to work. When overdosed, it would easily damage the nervous system and could be fatal. That’s why it’s listed as a dangerous substance. This drug can’t be found in the country unless it’s being smuggled in.”

Shayne’s knuckles on his hand turned white. He gripped tightly on the phone, almost shattering it.

For a long time, he did not make a sound. The silence was deafening.

“Old Shayne, Old Shayne? Are you listening to me?”

Shayne’s throat trembled. He swallowed hard, then replied dryly, “Understood. Old Jared, please bring one dose back for me. I have some stuff to attend to.”

“Sure. I’ll be back next week. I’ll pass it to you then.”

Two years ago, after Yanny and Samuel were caught in adultery, no matter how enraged and mentally unstable he was, Shayne still secretly took some blood from Yanny. Back then, Yanny was still unconscious and did not know about it.

After that, he barged out of the door and sent that vial of blood to be tested. The blood did show traces of an unknown drug, but it could also be some unknown aphrodisiac. Shayne had no way to be sure.

Although it was inconclusive, Shayne had kept the blood report from that time, along with the composition of the unknown drug.

If it was really a hallucinogen like Old Jared said, that meant that Yanny and Samuel might have only experienced a strong hallucination and did not have any physical contact.

That time, he was blinded with rage from Yanny’s proactiveness to meet Samuel. Driven mad by jealousy, he held a pessimistic view toward that matter. He dared not touch it, causing him to constantly ignore those details.

It was out of fear that the result would go against him.

Unfortunately, back then, Yanny had triggered the deepest sense of jealousy within him.

Now that he thought about it, it was fate toying with them.

The 10 years they spent together were filled with constant missed opportunities and partings.

His footsteps did not stop. A series of footsteps growing distant resounded in the empty apartment.

It continued, until the door made a sound.

It opened, then closed, cutting off everything.

Yanny, who hid in the closet, was in tears. She let out a long breath.

She hugged herself as she sat in the closet. She raised her hand and knocked on the closet doors. Knocking once, then again, and again, and again.

It kept repeating.

Her tears seemed to flood into her heart. Her world was crashing and pushing down on her. She was in too much pain to even cry out.

She hated him, but just now, she almost… almost raised her hand to knock on the door.

It turned out that even when hating someone, she would also feel the urge to meet him.

Yanny buried her face in her knees, feeling that it was a joke.

The first time she saw him, she felt embarrassed, but when she looked at him again, she started tearing up.

That night, in that house, the knocking sound continued for the entire night.

Knock.

Knock.

Another knock.

It was like a reply that sunk into the ocean, with no one to hear it.

Shayne was also oblivious that after he departed, Yanny hid in the closet and knocked countless times, just like how he ran in circles for her countless times as well.