Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 125

Although at heart, Verian was initially unwilling, in the end, it was all due to how menacing Heaton was that she reluctantly ran to the convenience store to buy him some underwear.

When she arrived at the convenience store on the island, she noticed a row of male underwear on the display rack. She had originally intended to reach out and pick a black one, but she ended up changing her mind. Instead, she bought one with flowers on each side.

Heaton’s usual dress code every day was either black, white, or gray. Nothing else. If he would wear this flower design on his body, it would obviously be interesting!

Verian almost burst out laughing from casually imagining the scene in her head.

Upon returning to the hotel, Verian tossed the newly bought underwear at him while saying, “Here, it’s yours.”

Heaton frowned when he noticed the underwear’s color. It was red with flower patterns. It was completely unsuitable for him.

The man grabbed onto her waist, questioning her while lowering his head, “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

She took a step back and avoided him. “How should I know what underwear color you’d prefer to wear. I’ve bought it at random.”

“Didn’t you see when you took it off last night?”

Verian was speechless.

Verian cringed while her tiny face blushed bashfully.

Heaton opened the single-use underwear before shoving it into her hands. With a serious look on his face, he said, “Since you’ve bought it, why don’t you put it on for me.”

Once again, Verian was speechless.

Verian nearly coughed up blood as she wondered just what kind of dumb logic that was?

“You, don’t you know how to put your clothes on after taking them off? I don’t wanna…”

“I’m injured.”

“Your injuries were not on your arms!”

It was his back that was injured, so how did that manage to stop him from putting his underwear on?!

Heaton stared intently at her with a blank look as he dangled his long slender forearms and said, “They’re now broken.”

Verian was even more speechless.

He was intentionally messing with her!

…

After both Heaton and Verian were done freshening up, they went to the hotel’s restaurant for some breakfast. They ran into Zack by the restaurant’s entrance.

“What a coincidence, Verian. You guys are also having breakfast at this hour? Let’s eat together.”

Since Zack was Verian’s travel buddy for the last two days, they would also have meals together. However, now that Heaton was suddenly here, Zack was unable to adapt to the new change in status.

Since Verian usually never minded the trivial things, she casually agreed to it. “Alright, we still wanted to spend an extra two days on the island. We can go diving together after our meal.”

The instant she finished her statement, she could feel a sudden wave of cold aura next to her.

Due to this, Verian instinctively looked up and glanced toward the man next to her. Heaton’s handsome face dimmed as he merely gave her a single glare before crossing his arms and walking into the restaurant before them.

Zack was a slight geek with an unsharp mind. Puzzled, he asked, “Is your boyfriend in a bad mood?”

Verian let out a bashful laugh. “He… Well, he’s like that. His personality can be quite boring.”

The restaurant was styled as a self-serving buffet restaurant. Heaton stood beside a pot of porridge while frowning as he took a glance at Verian, who was talking to Zack. He called out to her in a clear and cold tone, “Riana, come here.”

Verian was suddenly called by him as she frantically rushed to his side and helped him pick up a bowl before handing it to him. She was also intentionally distracting him by asking, “So what kind of porridge is your favorite?”

However, it seemed even after knowing him for so long, she was still unclear on what his favorite foods were.

When she was out buying food for him with Nancy back then, Nancy was able to accurately pick his favorite tuna sandwich, thus earning her some glory points in front of him. Since even Nancy knew him that well, as his girlfriend, she was actually completely clueless to what his hobbies were.

“What’s wrong? Is it because the wound on your back is still hurting? Why don’t we go to the clinic, okay?”

As she spoke, she raised her hand to feel his forehead. However, she withdrew after he frowned. “I’m fine.”

The water on the sea’s surface was incredibly clear and to normal folk, this would be a spectacle to witness. To him however, it was like a neverending plaguing nightmare.

Verian was afraid of infuriating him so she had been extremely careful ever since morning. “Why don’t we go back to take a rest if you feel any discomfort?”

Heaton glared at her as a different face flashed across his mind, merging with the person in front of him. He frowned as his expressions grew colder before releasing her hand. “I’ll take a break at the shore.”

The moment he said that, the man turned around and strode away.

Verian was left behind on the sandy beach feeling extremely puzzled as she stared at his back while being sunned.

Was he still angry at her?

However, how exactly had she offended him?

When Heaton walked up to the shore, he instinctively felt his jean pockets. There was not a single cigarette. His pockets were completely empty.

There was a tiny convenience shop on the side as he randomly bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He stood at an unremarkable spot on the shore and started smoking for a really long time.

The sounds of the splashing waves and the sea in front of him made him feel increasingly frustrated.

Even the fingers that were gripping onto the cigarette were shaking slightly.

“Sam Joyce is dead and it’s all your fault!”

“Heaton Fudd, if you hadn’t been so stubborn, Sam wouldn’t have ended up as a cold corpse now!”

Those cold, vile sounds flashed across his mind as he closed his eyes tightly as he used his index finger and thumb to extinguish the burning embers on the cigarette’s tip.