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Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 215

Heaton gave her a glance and said, “Didn’t you say that Wison is crushing on your classmate? Tell me, would Wilson let your classmate go to celebrate her boyfriend’s birthday?”

Verian was stunned. “I didn’t expect Director Jarret to involve personal feelings in professional work. He has such a serious look?”

Heaton frowned slightly as he listened to Verian judge another man. He somehow felt uncomfortable. He said, “You told your friend earlier that you found me by chance?”

Verian’s tiny face blushed. “How could you secretly read my conversation with Serene?”

“You were having such a good time texting under my eyes. Can’t I even take a look?”

Verian was speechless.

This man could still try to twist his reasons around even after secretly reading her text messages!

Verian nuzzled her tiny face against his chest. She said, “I have not seen Serene in years now. It’s rare for Serene to ask for my help so please help me, okay?”

Her coquettish look was known to be very effective on Heaton. However, Heaton happened to be an investor, so sucking people dry was deeply rooted in his blood. He lowered his gaze and glanced toward the tiny woman next to him. He said, “I can help you but I require an interest payment.”

Interest?

Verian pouted her lips and said, “Hmph, cheapskate.”

Heaton bent over and inched closer right next to her ear. He whispered something to her while Verian’s tiny face blushed. “But the doctor said earlier that we aren’t allowed to have sex!”

“After the child is born, I’ll be collecting interests.”

Verian was speechless.

Verian cringed. This man happened to be planning for the distant future…

Heaton took his phone out and handed it to her. “You can just text Wilson my WeChat account.”

Verian accepted it with a smile. However, the phone was locked. She said, “What’s your cell phone password?”

“My birthday.”

Verian was annoyed. “I don’t know your birthday!”

The man’s expression dimmed. He spoke with a stern tone, “December 25th. Remember it now.”

Verian’s eyes lit up. She said, “Heaton, your birthday falls on Christmas. We can celebrate both your birthday and Christmas together this year!”

Heaton pouted his lips and said, “I don’t celebrate western holidays.”

“... Conservative coot!”

It seemed an older man’s generation gap to her, a twenty-plus-year-old lady, was quite a huge one.

After Verian typed in the password and found Wilson’s contact, she opened up the chat logs and began thinking about the excuse she would use since she was going to imitate Heaton’s style of texting and had to convince Wilson to agree to allow her that leave.

After thinking about it over and over again, Verian had no idea how she was going to start. She said, “Heaton, how do you normally text Director Jarret? Would it be weird if I suddenly pretended to be you and asked him to allow Serene her leave?”

“What do you think? When Serene extended her arm to greet me earlier, even Wilson was unwilling to let me shake her hand. If I involve myself in their matters, he might assume I’m crushing on Serene.”

Verian looked at him and spoke to him in a teasing tone, “Based on your tone, you seem to be regretting not shaking Serene’s hand a little?”

“Even if Wilson hadn’t stopped me, I also did not plan on shaking her hand.”

Heaton replied with a serious tone but Verian felt sweet. She loved it when Heaton kept himself for her.

She recalled him saying that he did not like strong women so were women like Serene not the type of girls he preferred?

“Heaton… What do you think about Serene?”

For someone as sharp as Heaton, how would he not know what she meant?

He was completely anxious to death when her stomach was hurting, so how would he still have the time to see just how Serene looked like? Ever since he entered the room until now, he had never shifted his gaze from her body.

Wilson walked over to her and all he noticed was ‘B*stard Hades Jarret’ scribbled all over the paper.

The man’s dark eyes squinted and said, “You’re cursing me out?”

Serene suddenly heard that clear, cold, and manly voice. Her slender body was startled as she immediately flipped the piece of paper over. She chuckled nervously and said, “Master, Teacher Jarret, Supreme Majesty Jarret! I wouldn’t dare curse you out! I’m praising you that you’re strict and serious toward your students. If I could get a pass from you, incidents would occur less often in school! I’m eternally grateful for your seriousness and…”

Before Serene could finish her ‘praises’ toward him, Wilson interrupted her with a bitter look as he said, “Your leave at noon is approved. However, I’ll be working the night shift, come back to the hospital before seven.”

Serene was incredibly excited at Wilson’s approval of her leave. However, to rush back before seven seemed a little too early!

“Master, could it be extended to eight?”

Wilson crossed his arms. He spoke with a cold look on his handsome face. “Six.”

This terrified Serene so much, she dared not bargain. She said, “Seven it is!”

Heaton was smoking in the garden in the hospital’s backyard. When his cigarette was about to reach its end, he noticed Wilson standing at a distance not too far from him. He too, was smoking.

He squinted his dark pearly eyes as he tapped his cigarette to clear half a segment of ash and walked toward Wilson. “Smoking alone here? Serene left?”

“She wouldn’t want to stay even if she was being kept here. It’s better to allow her to celebrate her boyfriend’s birthday.”

Heaton cracked a grin with his thin lips. “You actually like Serene?”

“Is it not allowed?”

To which Heaton replied, “I didn’t say that. It’s just unexpected for a log like you to fall in love.”

After Heaton was done smoking his cigarette, he tossed the cigarette butt by his head and extinguished it. Wilson then handed him another but Heaton refused with a calm smile. “The lady of the house doesn’t allow me to smoke too much.”

Wilson gave him a stare and scoffed coldly. “Slave!”

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