Verian looked up and glanced toward Heaton. There was subtle delight in the corners of her eyes. “So, only you’re allowed to have prior relationships and not me?”
How was he this unreasonable?
Heaton frowned slightly as he grabbed onto her overactive hands,his expressions seeming slightly cold and serious.
Verian took a few glances while nuzzling up against him. “You wouldn’t actually be mad now, would you?”
The man remained silent without uttering a single word.
Verian grew slightly frantic as she explained while hugging him, “I’ve never behaved coquettishly toward Jensen, only you…”
If she knew how to act coquettishly, maybe Jensen would not have cheated on her.
If she had behaved a little seductively, Jensen would not have ended up with Wannelle Sheen, right?
“When I was with Jensen, my mind wasn’t mature enough yet and not that open to things. Perhaps it was due to this that Jensen grew impatient and started mingling with Wannelle Sheen. If only I’d…”
Before she could finish, Heaton grabbed onto her waist and pulled her into him as his firm and stiff chest pushed tightly on top of her soft…
“When you were with Jensen, did he ever touch you before?”
The question was asked in such a blunt and sexy way as Verian gently placed her tiny hands on top of his shoulder. With a lowered gaze, she said while blushing, “When I was with you… Did you not feel that?”
Heaton’s frowned brows gradually relaxed.
Verian buried herself into him and said, “Heaton Fudd, I’ve only had you before but I know that you’ve had plenty of women before. However, from this moment on, can you only belong to me alone?”
She knew no matter how much it bothered her, everything that happened in the past was a fact that could never be changed, so she had chosen to accept it.
Heaton stared at her with a funny look. “Who told you I’ve had plenty of other women before?”
This should be one of her assumptions again, right?
Verian blushed with her tiny face. “Aren’t you filled to the brim with experience?”
“Are you praising or insulting me?”
Upon staring at her innocent and adorable look, Heaton’s heart melted uncontrollably as he began to hug her tightly while whispering softly in her ear, “Aside from the possibility of a huge stockpile of experiences, why can’t you just feel like your man’s ability to comprehend things is impeccable?”
Verian Mont was speechless.
That single flirtatious comment was irresistible to her as she could not convince herself to not be skeptical of him.
Oh no, it seemed she was falling increasingly deeper as she completely lost her sense of judgment, right?
Wait, what exactly had he been talking about earlier?
Your man?
Verian assumed her teenage girl’s heart had been long wrecked three years ago but it seemed, after being so easily labeled by Heaton, was enough to charm her in an instant.
She suddenly was quite grateful toward Nancy since, if she had not been framed by her, she would never have gone for a trip to Regent Island. Thus, Heaton would never have came all the way here. Even at this very moment, they never would have shared a huge bed while cuddling up so tightly with each other.
She had assumed her feelings toward Heaton were filled with disdain. Tonight however, after knowing something had happened to him, she realized her feelings were not just plainly liking him.
This was Verian Mont’s very first experience to what forming a deep bond before any passionate relationships were formed meant.
She loved Heaton Fudd way before she had even realized it.
…
A boat sailed on the sea’s surface. There were three people on board. Two of them were female, and one was a male.
The weather at sea was becoming worse as dark clouds formed at the horizon.
“Let’s turn back now, Heaton. The weather at sea is unpredictable. What if a storm kicks in later?”
“Put on your life vest. We’ll arrive on the island soon. It's better to arrive earlier on the island than to turn back now.”
When there were only two kilometers before the boat arrived on the island, a heavy storm followed by heavy downpour suddenly raged the sea. While violent waves raged, a huge wave suddenly washed over them and flipped their boat over!
“Ah! Save me! Yanni! Heaton!”
The girl drowned within the wave. It was boundlessly huge as it covered the entire sky!
“Sam Joyce! Where are you!”
“Sammie! Sammie…”
She was able to stand up to Nancy Xander but how could she possibly be able to defeat a lady that was dead in Heaton’s heart.
Was Heaton able to accept her truly due to how similar she resembled his first love?
Even more so, could the reason why Heaton was willing to accept her as a surrogate be due to the fact she somewhat resembled that deceased partner in his heart?
…
When Heaton woke up the next morning, he instinctively reached out beside him but it was empty.
He opened his dark pearly eyes with a frown as Verian was no longer by his side.
He looked around the room beforefinally finding her silhouette at the outdoor balcony.
Heaton stood up and walked over. He gently hugged her from behind. “Why are you up so early?”
Verian stood on the outdoor balcony while staring out to the sea and watching the seagulls fly by. She seemed depressed.
“Are we going back to North City today?”
“Do you still wish to have fun for a couple more days here?”
Verian pouted her tiny lips. “If only we can stay here just a few days longer, of course I’d be happy. However, you should be rushing back to work now, right?”
Heaton stared at her slightly depressed expression. He remained silent for a brief moment before saying, “Well, why don’t we have fun for two more days before we head back. What do you think?”
“Really?”
Verian looked up, her eyes glimmering like the stars as all she could do was stare at Heaton’s gentle nod.
The man lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, “But you’ll have to do something for me right now…”
Verian was puzzled. “What?”
“I didn’t bring any clothes to wash, so you’ll have to buy me two pairs of underwear from the convenience store.”
Verian immediately blushed. He was actually asking her to do something like that for him!
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