Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 22

Nancy saw Heaton leaving hurriedly. She told her son and Little Jelly Bean, "Zaynie, mummy has to go to the bathroom. Continue playing with your sister."

"Okay, Mum. Come back quickly."

Nancy took her cell phone with her and she went to the bathroom to make a call. "Heaton went out. Quick, follow him and make sure he doesn’t see you. If you see him meeting someone, tell me immediately."

"Yes, Ms. Xander."

...

In the private room of Cross Bar...

Verian’s face was blushing as she almost fainted in the big bed. Her body was burning as if a huge stove was roasting her. Every cell in her body felt like they were going to explode.

Her fair hands scrunched the bed sheet tightly, and she frowned deeply. She finally regained some consciousness when she felt a pressure on her. The blurry lights and silhouette in front of her made her breath pause. She put her weak little hands on Leafy's nearby chest. "Leafy... We can't do this..."

Leafy's fair and handsome face also had an unusual red blush. He held Verian tightly under him. "Verian, I like you... Can you give me a chance...? I'll treat you very well..."

Verian was not semi-conscious, and there was only one message in her mind, telling her, 'No. Cannot…’

As Leafy was about to kiss her, the door of the private room was kicked open forcefully!

"What are you doing?!"

Leafy was terrified. He looked up and saw Heaton standing there with a frosty aura. His black eyes stared at them coldly and sharply. An unimaginable amount of rage brewed in his eyes!

"Little Uncle..."

Why did you come here?

However, before his brain could respond, Heaton strode over to carry the little woman who was delirious with affection off the bed.

Leafy's whole body was burning. He asked hoarsely, "Little Uncle... Where are you taking Verian to...? She's my girlfriend...!"

Heaton's black eyes darkened. He then sneered and said, "Your girlfriend? She's now my wife, the mother of Little Jelly Bean, and your aunt."

After saying the words, the man carried Verian and left the bar with his long legs, leaving behind Leafy's shocked and frustrated sight.

The little woman in her arms had lost consciousness completely. She wrapped her little hands around his neck. "Hot..."

Damn it! She was clearly drugged!

The man gritted his teeth, clutched her waist with his big hands, and quickly walked to the side of the car. He opened the passenger door and put her in the front seat.

However, this woman was hard to get rid of like a siren. Her little hands were wrapped around his neck tightly, and her red lips moved forward while she murmured, "Um... Cold..."

The man pulled her away abruptly and stared at her deeply with his dark eyes. His big hands stopped her little hands that fell on his belt, and he warned her. "Let go!"

He did not like being intimate on the roadside!

Terrified by his dangerously deep voice, Verian calmed down. Heaton immediately started up his black Spyker, stepped on the accelerator and left the bar.

...

The staff at the front desk who witnessed this passionate scene almost thought they recognized the wrong person.

Rumor had it that President Fudd stayed away from women and that he might even be gay!

However, what they had seen tonight confirmed that President Fudd had absolutely no issues with his sexual orientation!

Nevertheless, what was most worth gossiping about was who that woman was in President Fudd's arms.

...

As soon as Heaton entered the presidential suite, he threw the woman onto the king-sized bed.

The man's long, thin fingers pinched her chin, and his black eyes locked onto hers. Then, he questioned her coldly, "What is your relationship with Leafy?"

Verian struggled and only wanted to hug the "ice cube" in front of her. She did not want to answer such a boring question at all. "Um... Friend... I'm so hot... Help me..."

Friend? A friend who she could lie on the same bed with?

If he had not arrived in time, he was afraid that she would have had a passionate moment with his nephew at that moment!

Thinking of this, Heaton's eyes filled with anger, and his hand that pinched her chin exerted an even harder force. This hurt her, and her little face crumpled. "It hurts..."

She looked pitiful. Heaton's anger came unreasonably, and he put her body under his while his big hands tore her clothes apart...

The man's icy cold thin lips came close to her, brushing her ear, and his tone sounded evil yet charming. "Miss me?"