Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 133

Verian Mont pulled her finger away from his grip. With anger growing in her heart, she sneered and said, “Heaton Fudd, let’s call it off.”

Heaton Fudd frowned and his big hand once again locked onto her wrist, trapping her between the kitchen counter and his chest. He said with his terrifyingly cold voice, “What did you say?”

“Is President Fudd hard of hearing? I said, since you were just toying with me, you will eventually get tired one day. Why don’t we just separate sooner so that I don’t become an eyesore!”

What he said before was deliberately for Yanni Quain’s ears only. However, after Yanni Quain’s provocation, she stopped trusting Heaton Fudd. Heaton Fudd was a little mad inside. “I’m not tired yet.”

“But I think it’s enough, President Fudd. You’re so high up, so you can afford to play the game, but I can’t!”

Verian Mont struggled, but Heaton Fudd had no slight intention of letting her go. He held her chin and asked, “Why did you go to work at Yash?”

“You fired me and didn’t allow me to work elsewhere. If not, what else?”

When did he fire her? Clearly, it was she who resigned!

“Leave Yash and come back to work at Fudd Group.” He dropped the words coldly.

Verian Mont felt incredibly insulted. “It was you who made me take the blame for plagiarism, so I was forced to leave Fudd Group. Aren’t you putting your foot in your mouth that you want me to hire me back?”

“Verian Mont!”

Was that woman deliberately going against him?

Heaton Fudd finally became angry. He stared at her with his cold dark eyes, as if ready to devour her.

After a long confrontation, Verian Mont finally calmed down and spoke slowly, “Heaton Fudd, after coming back from Regent Island, I realized that we’re really not suitable for each other. Maybe you accepted me just because I am Little Jelly Bean’s birth mother. It doesn’t matter who, as long as she is pleasant to your eyes, you should accept her. You don’t like me, and perhaps you will never like me. As for me, I don’t want to force someone who doesn’t like me to be with me.”

Heaton Fudd pursed his thin lips. His expression was extremely gloomy.

Was that how she felt? What did she mean by “pleasant to the eyes”? Throughout his life, he had not met many women who were pleasing to his eyes. She was the only woman that he felt that he could continue being together with—

“I’ll be the one calling the shots on whether or not we call it off.”

“Then what exactly do you have in mind?”

Heaton Fudd suddenly dragged Verian Mont and walked out of the house. He dragged her really hard, his roughness instigated by his anger.

“Heaton Fudd! Let go of me! You’re hurting me!”

Little Jelly Bean, who was playing in the front yard, saw her father dragging Monty with anger all over his face and her little face turned pale. “Daddy, what are you doing?! You can’t bully Monty!”

Heaton Fudd ignored his daughter completely.

He dragged Verian Mont into the black Spyker. When she tried to open the door as soon as she got into the car, the man locked the car immediately.

“Heaton Fudd! What exactly are you doing?!”

Since he did not like her, why did he not let go of her?!

Did he know that she was about to yield completely? If she did not pull out soon enough, she would be at a point of no return. She could not possibly hold herself steady in front of him as she felt powerless!

Tears glided down her face uncontrollably.

Heaton Fudd took out a few pieces of A4 papers from the glove compartment and threw them at her. With tears fogging her eyes, she asked, “What’s this…?”

The man stared at her coldly. “Isn’t this what you want?”

She was suspecting that he was just playing with her. Fine! He’ll get married to her, and secure the deal. Would that not make her feel more at peace?

Verian Mont wiped away her tears and read the words on the papers…

Marriage agreement!

Little Jelly Bean went running out of the yard, frowning, and her little hand tugged on Heaton Fudd’s crisply ironed dress pants. “Daddy, please don’t smoke anymore. Monty is crying, please console her!”

Heaton Fudd looked through the corner of his eyes and glanced into the car. Immediately, his eyes softened.

He dropped the cigarette butt next to his foot. After he put it out, he walked around the car to the other side, and opened the door. As he bent down to hug her, his thin lips whispered, “Do you think I will let go just because you are crying? Verian Mont, if you still want to see Little Jelly Bean in the future, there is only one way.”

Verian Mont raised her pale face immediately and her teary eyes trembled!

The man actually used Little Jelly Bean to threaten her!

Heaton Fudd did not only feel unashamed of his actions but even reminded her coldly, “Marrying me is your best choice.”

Ignoring her blank expression, he held her up around her waist.

Little Jelly Bean followed from behind and shouted, “Yay! Daddy’s bringing Monty home!”

After they went into the house, Heaton Fudd placed her on the sofa and brought over the first aid kit. Not wasting a second, he held up her hand and inspected it. The knife wound was not big, but it was slightly deep.

Frowning, he took out the antiseptic cream and patiently applied it on her.

Verian Mont tried to retract her hand a few times but to no avail.

“Heaton Fudd, why do you have to treat me like this?”

The man’s frown grew deeper and he asked plainly, “How do I treat you?”

How did wanting to marry her become an act of bullying or wrongdoing in her eyes?

“I don’t want a marriage that’s only a business transaction.”

He stopped patching her finger up midair. After a long moment, he looked up to her and asked, “Verian Mont, is becoming Mrs. Fudd only a business transaction to you?”