Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1161

Deep in the night, Shayne grabbed his phone and went out into the living room.

He made a call to Sharp TV’s Director Yarborough.

“The contract regarding the production rights of the variety show—Intern—between Jinn Group and Sharp TV needs to be amended. Add Move Media onto the production team. The Jinn Group will be making a joint production with Move Media.”

On the other side of the phone, Director Yarborough was rather surprised. “Director Jinn, this is unheard of. Moreover, based on the capabilities of the media companies under the Jinn Group, there’s no need for a joint production from both companies. This…”

“We’ll go with this. This show must have Yanny as the production supervisor. Otherwise, I can back out of the investment we agreed upon earlier anytime I like.”

Director Yarborough was speechless.

It was just a game between the investors. A game of bigger investors devouring the smaller ones, while the smaller ones devoured the other small fries.

Shayne could not be bothered to waste his breath.

In truth, Shayne rarely cared about what the media companies under him did. The media company was just a small subsidiary under the Jinn Group. They still had many other companies. The media company was not even an important part of the Jinn Group.

However, Yanny was in the entertainment industry and tried to go into the media business. That was why Shayne had personally started to manage the company over the past few years.

It was merely for him to have common topics with her in the industry while also allowing him to grow closer to her, even if it was just a tiny bit.

Shayne cut the call and returned to his room. He carefully climbed back into bed and rested his head on his arm. He then watched the woman lying beside him with rapt attention.

It was the face that had come up in his memories countless times. However, watching her up close in person like this felt as though it was something he had experienced a century ago.

Stunning and breathtaking. That was Shayne’s first impression of Yanny.

He had seen many pretty faces but Yanny’s face still caught his attention with just a single glance.

At first, he only thought of himself as a pervert that lusted over her exceptional appearance and would eventually grow tired of her.

However, over time, even after he realized that her sharp personality and his own would always be at odds and cause them to part on bad terms, he would still long for the gentleness that she would occasionally grace him with. He was still deeply in love with her.

Perhaps she practiced witchcraft and placed a spell on him that only she could dispel.

All the talk about suitability were only restrictions placed by society on different personalities.

There was never anyone that was a perfect match for another person in the world. It was just out of a deep love that one would always willingly give in to the other.

From the moment he saw her alive after two years had passed, Shayne thought to himself that he would let her have her way in everything she did. As long as she was alive, all was well. However, with how things played out, it was impossible to not be triggered. He was no saint. His prideful nature and the guilt inside him made it impossible for him to not have a temper.

Just like how she tried to drink with Director Yarborough until she became such a drunken mess that night. He would never let that happen ever again.

She was his wife, yet she was being forced to drink into a drunken stupor by someone else. Did he really take him for a dead person?

Shayne stretched out to touch her warm cheek. The alcohol turned her face into a deep shade of red and was also very warm.

However, upon touching, it felt warm and real. Yanny was alive.

Shayne had no intention of sleeping. He just wanted to look at her and be near her. He placed his lips next to her ear, then muttered softly and passionately time and time again, “Yanny.”

It did not feel as if it were enough.

He wanted to fill the void left behind from the past two years in that one night, making up for all of it.

Yanny felt slightly itchy as her face was being caressed by him. She moved to push his hand away, then covered her face with both her hands, trying to get a good night's sleep. She said dreamily in her exhaustion, “I want to sleep for a while… Just a little while… I’ll continue drinking with you later… We still need to sign the contract… Don’t run… Don’t run… Don’t run… if you run, I’ll block you in your house… You must not run…”

Due to her being drunk, her hoarse and soft voice was like a huge pendulum that slammed against his heart, causing him great pain.

Did she hate him so much to the extent that even when bullied to such a state, she would still not relent?

Shayne took a deep breath, then pulled Yanny into his embrace. He wanted to hug her tightly but was afraid that if he hugged her too tight, it might push her away instead.

She was surprisingly resistant. She reached out to her bag on the bedside table. The bag fell from the table to the floor. Yanny fumbled through the bag and took out a small medicine bottle, immediately stuffing two pills into her mouth.

It was no use going to the hospital with her condition. It was an old condition that stayed with her since the blood donation and miscarriage from two years ago.

As long as her body was ill or the moment her immune system weakened, the old condition would flare up again, causing her excruciating pain.

The doctor said that it was a type of phantom pain. It was very difficult to cure as it was a psychological issue.

Shayne naturally noticed the small white bottle of medicine. He frowned and asked, “What medicine is this?”

Yanny quickly shoved the bottle of medicine back into her bag as though trying to hide a big secret. She bit her pale lips and got up with great difficulty as she held onto the bed for support, saying, “In the future, my matters are none of your business. Please do not intervene.”

Yanny turned around and attempted to leave. Shayne stood right behind her, scoffing, “The production of the variety show, Intern, requires the joint efforts of the Jinn Group and Move Media. Yanny, do you dare take up this business?”

His voice was calm and controlled, as though they were going through a negotiation.

Yanny knew that he was only trying to provoke her.

She held her bag’s handle, gripping it tightly in her palm. “So what if I don’t dare to?”

Forgive?

Each of her words was like the blade of a serrated knife, every one of them stabbing right into his heart, drawing blood every single time.

Yanny laughed, then said in a calm tone, “I hope Master Shayne will stay true to his words.”