Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 136

As the black Spyker accelerated on the road, Heaton Fudd who was in the car looked frosty and intense.

Yanni Quain’s words over the phone were still ringing in his ears—

“Heaton Fudd, I forgive you. Sam Joyce isn’t dead, she is still alive!”

Those words kept replaying in his mind.

Heaton Fudd could not help but further speed up the vehicle.

Her passing had been a burden of pain for so many years. If Sam Joyce was not dead, he owed her an apology.

His memory flew back to ten years ago.

Yanni Quain and him were still good friends. Sam Joyce used to hang out with them. They went to college together, went to the library together, and even frequented Internet cafes together to play games…

That was probably Heaton Fudd’s happiest time of his life so far. He was not as dark and cold. He had the best friendships in the world, and a wonderful big brother, Yoel Fudd.

Ten years ago, Sam Joyce sank under the ocean and five years ago, Yoel Fudd died from a high-speed car accident.

Two very important people in his life died one after another. His heart grew heavy and dark as he had nobody to pour out his feelings to.

For the past decade, he gradually became more reserved.

If Sam Joyce really was back, all he wanted to do was to sincerely tell her that he was sorry.

…

When Heaton Fudd arrived at the hotel that Yanni Quain directed him to, he rushed into the room.

A lady resembling Sam Joyce stood by the window with her back toward him. Even though ten years had passed and he was unsure if it was her, he did not think twice and ran up to hold her hand.

“Sammie!”

When the lady turned around, she suddenly sprayed something on him!

Heaton Fudd was caught by surprise and did not get to dodge. He suddenly felt dizzy.

“Yanni Quain sent you?”

The woman pushed Heaton Fudd onto the bed behind him and sat across his waist. Her red lips smiled seductively and said, “President Fudd, let me offer myself to you. What do you say?”

Heaton Fudd used every bit of his remaining energy to push the woman away from his body and shouted angrily, “Get off me!”

The woman did not retreat. She crawled up once again and held him in her arms, “Heaton Fudd, stop fighting it. The dose that I used can put an African elephant to sleep! Why don’t you just stay put and have a good time with me?”

Sunny Shea did not expect Yanni Quain would assign her such a perfect mission!

If she slept with Heaton Fudd and never let him go, she would become Mrs. Fudd and would not need to worry for the rest of her life!

Sunny Shea slid her fingers lightly across Heaton Fudd’s handsome face. “You’re really handsome, even a little more handsome than President Quain. Heaton Fudd, from this moment on, you’re mine!”

…

Verian Mont left the Department of Civil Affairs feeling completely lost. She stood at the entrance and pondered for a moment, then decided to give Heaton Fudd a call.

He left so hastily, did something happen?

The phone rang for a long while before it was answered.

“Heaton Fudd, you left in such a hurry, what ha--“

Before she could finish, a seductive female voice interrupted her and said, “Who are you? President Fudd is really busy now!”

“Busy? Who are you?”

On the other end of the line, Sunny Shea humphed scornfully, “Of course President Fudd ran off hastily because he came to the hotel to make love with me! If you’ve nothing important, I’m gonna hang up. He’s calling for me!”

Verian Mont held the phone with trembling fingers. She felt a strange cold sensation washing all over her. She slowly sat down in front of the building's entrance with her phone in her hands.

Her heart was numb and cold as if sinking into freezing water.

The reason Heaton Fudd rushed off in such a hurry was that he wanted to sleep with another woman at the hotel? However, it was he who dragged her to the Civil Affairs Department. How could he humiliate her like that?

She really felt like a wuss, a weakling.

…

On the other hand, after Yanni Quain hung up, he told Dan Lee, his assistant. “Check where Verian Mont is.”

“Okay.”

Five minutes later, Dan Lee came back to Quain’s office. “Sir, Miss Mont’s current location is at the Department of Civil Affairs.”

“Say what?”

Department of Civil Affairs?

He was slightly stunned before he began to smile. It appeared that he had screwed up something pretty “huge”!

He did not expect that things would happen so coincidentally!

His plan actually ran coincidentally with the moment Heaton Fudd and Verian Mont was about to obtain a marriage license!

…

For the whole day, Verian Mont sat in front of the Department of Civil Affairs, waiting for Heaton Fudd. Her eyes were swollen from too much crying. Heaton Fudd still had not returned even though the building was closing.

Passersby looked at her pitifully, suspecting that she must have been stood up by her boyfriend.

An older gentleman in charge of security at the Department of Civil Affairs did not have the heart to see her that way. He walked over and said, “Young lady, why don’t you go home? You’ve been waiting here for the whole day. I’ve worked here for so many years and have seen many cases like yours. Some came to get married but break up on the spot. If he really wanted to marry you, he would’ve been here already.”

It was he who dragged her there to get married. The idea never crossed her mind! It was he who gave her that hope and yet gave her a solid slap in the face!

Why did he humiliate her like that?

If he did not bring her there, she would not have to endure the humiliating looks from people. She simply hated him for the fact that she felt so demeaned.

Seeing that she had no intention to leave, the elder gentleman said, “Go home, young lady. This guy is not worth the wait.”