Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1182

On the 26th day of the 12th month of the Lunar calendar, Yanny brought Heather and Hajar along as she returned to her home country with Shayne.

She had left North City for almost a year. It was not known how Peter got news of that and found out that Yanny would be returning that day. He intentionally drove to the airport to pick her up.

Shayne had gained a love rival out of nowhere.

Throughout the ordeal, Peter helped Yanny carry her luggage and drove her, showing absolute sincerity.

The Blue Water Residential Area, where Yanny stayed, was not along the way to Shayne’s Luna Mansion. It was in the opposite direction.

At that time, Henry, who was supposed to pick her up, had yet to arrive. Yanny and company then went home in Peter’s car first.

When Henry arrived at the airport gates in his car, he saw Shayne, head lowered, hands in his pockets, kicking away in his leather shoes.

“Master Shayne, where’s the missus?”

Shayne gave him a cold glare, then said in an annoyed tone, “You sure took your own sweet time to come here. You might as well come even later. My wife has already gone with someone else.”

Henry trembled in fear, forcing out an awkward smile and said, “The traffic was bad. The road was too jammed. It was my fault. I’ll definitely be quicker next time.”

Shayne rolled his eyes, then frowned and got into the car, annoyed. “Head back to the company first.”

“Yes, sir.”

…

News of Yanny’s return was leaked by someone, spreading like wildfire within her circle of friends.

The moment she arrived home, the phone calls came in non stop. They were all trying to hear gossip about her and Shayne.

It was most likely Samuel who spread the news. Even Heaton, who rarely showed himself, called her.

“President Fudd, why are you so free to call me? Won’t your wife feel jealous?”

Heaton was stunned on the other end of the phone. His eyebrows twitched and said, “What’s with this old jealousy thing. You’re Little Jelly Bean’s godmother. She also knows that you’re back in North City and is asking to see you. If Mrs. Jinn is free, please give me the honor to come over for a meal.”

“Mrs. Jinn? Heaton, you’ve got your news wrong. I haven’t been Mrs. Jinn for a long time. As of now, I’m only friends with Shayne.”

“Eventually you’ll be. You’re already back. I don’t think Shayne will let you run away once more,” Heaton said. “Let’s make it tomorrow. Give me this honor and come over for lunch.”

“Sure.”

Yanny agreed.

The first thing to do after returning to a familiar environment was probably to meet up with friends over meals.

The Blue Water Residential Area was unoccupied for a long time. It took Yanny and Heather half a day to clean it up.

When they were organizing the things in the drawers, Yanny found an old photo she took with Shayne many years ago.

Yanny took the photo lying in the drawer and placed it back onto the desk.

Basking in the scattered sunlight, it was filled with warmth and gentleness.

Heather gave her a look, then laughed as she continued cleaning and said, “You’ve always been a child that knows what you want, therefore when you made the decision to divorce Little Shayne back then, I didn’t say much. I know you won’t be convinced, not even by me. The action to convince someone is the least persuasive thing to do. After all, none of us are the parties involved. Only you know how to walk your own path. However, it’s impossible to have a perfect life. We’ll always make some mistakes. His ability to change is a good thing. Letting nature decide its course is the best decision.”

“Actually, I already stopped hating him when I officially divorced him. I just felt that both of us reached that state where there was no need to continue on. It would only continuously irritate that old wound. For most of the past year, I thought a lot about it, and continually told myself that we were unsuitable with each other and would eventually hurt each other. Our love was so tiring, yet I could not help but to hide it from everyone while I loved him for a very long time. I don’t know if this time I’ll be repeating the same mistake with him, or repairing the cracks between us. However, I suddenly realized that as long as it’s him, it doesn’t matter if it was a mistake or a reunion.”

Heather held onto her phone, holding onto the voice message button on her Whatsapp chat with Shayne. It was only until Yanny finished her piece that Heather let go of her finger.

Yanny’s entire speech was sent to Shayne without missing a word.

…

Shayne just returned to the country. His unattended work and authorizations piled up into a small mountain during the days he was gone.

Before he arrived at the office, he had Henry call all the higher ups to the meeting room for a multi-phase meeting.

In the meeting, when it came to a standstill, Shayne asked a few direct and critical questions, causing the higher ups to be slightly nervous.

A Whatsapp message appeared on his phone.

Shayne was just about to put his phone to silent mode, but looked at the notification and saw that it was a voice message from Heather.

Shayne was moved to the point of feeling lost. His heart pumped, feeling alive and excited.

However, this time, he would not bear to let her repeat the mistakes. He would let her toy him to death, as long as she was happy.

That entire afternoon, Shayne felt as though he drank coffee that was concentrated by many folds. His heart pumped so actively that it felt like it would jump right out of him.

He wanted very badly to post that to his status update.

However, the status update could not post voice messages.

Finally, Shayne decided to treat that voice message as a treasure, stashing it away.

…

After Shayne settled his work, he received a phone call from Heaton.

Heaton asked, “Are you free to come over for lunch tomorrow?”

Shayne rejected immediately, “I’m busy. I have a lot of unfinished work lately.”

Even if he was free, he would go visit Yanny. Why would he be free to pay the Fudd family a visit?

Shayne’s eyes glowed, then said, “Heaton, I love you being a busybody. Please be a busybody more often. Brother, I’ll surely be in your debt.”

“No, please don’t. Don’t confess to me like that. I’m not into men.”

“According to what I’ve heard, Yanny has yet to forgive you, right? You’re rushing to be tortured?”

Shayne lifted his chin, then announced rightfully, “I’m a masochist. I like it and it’s none of your business.”