Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 137

Heaton Fudd woke up massaging his aching temples and all he could see was a bright female figure appearing before him.

Sunny Shea had a bathrobe loosely draping on her as if it could slide off her body. To Heaton Fudd, it was purely a seductive effort on her part but he felt no emotions toward her except irritation and anger.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Heaton Fudd got out of the bed and put on his clothes that he picked up from the floor. His dark eyes looked over and saw the fresh patch of blood on the bedsheet.

Sunny Shea noticed what he saw and said seductively, “I don’t care, you’ll have to be responsible for this!” She ran over and put her arms around Heaton Fudd’s neck. Her action angered Heaton Fudd.

He pulled her arms off him and pushed her aside, staring at her with his cold dark eyes and said sternly, “If any word of what happened here got out, I will make you die a painful death!”

Sunny Shea shuddered over the man’s terrifying expression and tone. On second thoughts, however, he could not deny any of it!

“Heaton Fudd, how can you be so heartless!”

After swiftly putting on his clothes, Heaton Fudd’s expression was frosty and unapproachable. “You could have acted a lot more convincingly if you wanted to use your childish ‘virgin tactic’!”

Sunny Shea stomped her feet in anger over the insulting words.

As Heaton Fudd approached the door, Sunny Shea ran up and held him around her arms, grinding her peaking chest against him whilst seductively looking at him. “President Fudd! Do you really not like me?”

As she spoke, she shamelessly groped him…

Heaton Fudd grabbed her wrist!

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! It’s painful!”

Sunny Shea could almost hear her own bones crackling. Tears gushed out of her eyes!

Heaton Fudd cruelly flung her wrist away. She fell on the floor but managed to grab his dress pants, not willing to give up.

“President Fudd…”

Heaton Fudd’s cold arrogant eyes looked at the mangy dog of a woman below with disdain and spoke flatly, “Don’t make me send people to force contraceptives down your throat.” After he spoke, he kicked her.

As he walked away, Sunny Shea stared at his back. She smirked. Did he expect her to obey him if he forced her to eat it?

It was such a rare opportunity for her, so she would not let it slip that easily!

She decided to keep the child and to make sure that this child’s last name was Fudd!

…

Heaton Fudd quickly left the hotel as he tried to call Verian Mont, but her phone was apparently off.

He frowned. As he got into his car, he still felt a little dizzy, but he could not care less. He drove the black Spyker toward the Department of Civil Affairs.

His phone rang. The number on the display was Yanni Quain’s.

Frostiness flashed by her eyes. He picked up the call.

Yanni Quain sounded relaxed on the other end. “I hope you enjoyed Sunny Shea’s service.”

“You predicted that I would rush to the hotel without a second thought when you mentioned Sam Joyce, was that it?”

Hearing his ferocious tone only gave Yanni Quain a feeling of achievement! Ever since Sam Joyce passed, he had been through hell and it was something that Heaton Fudd should get a taste of as well!

“Sam Joyce would despise you for what you’ve done!”

“Ha! You even have the guts to mention her name? Heaton Fudd, let me tell you, you don’t deserve mentioning it! I heard that… you were going to get a marriage license with Verian Mont today. Oops, I’m sorry, did I ruin your day?”

“YANNI QUAIN!!”

Devilishly, Yanni Quain laughed softly, “Do you know, Heaton? The angrier and more frustrated you get right now, the happier I am, hahahahaha…”

Verian Mont did not say a word nor accept the umbrella. The older gentleman could not do anything but place the umbrella next to her.

The rain came just in time as she was wondering what she could do to wash away her sadness. It gradually went from a drizzle to a downpour.

Verian Mont was soaked wet, feeling colder and colder. She hugged herself tightly but felt no warmth at all.

When Heaton Fudd arrived, he saw the little woman sitting in the rain, curved into a ball. The man quickly strode over.

From her blurry vision, Verian Mont saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes. Subconsciously, she raised her eyes and vaguely saw Heaton Fudd’s stern face in the pouring rain.

Their eyes locked onto each other for a long time.

One of them was standing and the other was hugging her knees on the ground.

One of them was looking downwards while the other was looking up with her head raised.

The man finally spoke in a low and hoarse voice, “Riana, I’m late.”

The tears that Verian Mont held back so hard flowed out like a broken dam.

She stood up, clenching her fists, and hit him in the chest and shoulders. “Why did you leave me here alone?! It was you who wanted to get married! How could you humiliate me like this?! Heaton Fudd! I will never like you again! I hate you!”

She hated the feeling of being abandoned the most. Three years ago, her father jumped off a building and left her all alone. Since meeting Heaton Fudd, he gave her some hope that she could finally have a home, but instead broke his promise, leaving her at the Department of Civil Affairs waiting for the whole day!

She thought that she did not mind being alone after her father’s death, but she realized that she still yearned to be treated gently, and still enjoyed the loving feeling of being brought home by someone.

Heaton Fudd did not step back. He did not flinch as he let her land punches on him despite hurting his dislocated shoulder.

Verian Mont finally exhausted herself with her crying. She gripped his collar forcefully and screamed, “I waited for you for the whole day! Why did you make me wait?! Do you know that it felt like that incident three years ago all over again?! I was abandoned by the entire world! Heaton Fudd, if you can’t give me what I want, then just stop thinking of me already…”

Heaton Fudd’s left hand suddenly grabbed the back of her head as he leaned in to kiss her.