Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 307

It was near Chinese New Year. Heaton gradually grew busier dealing with accumulated work as well as attending social events at the end of the year.

After Verian was discharged from the hospital, Heaton pampered her like a princess for more than half a month. She gained a few pounds compared to the time when she was pregnant.

However, she was not sure whether she was being delusional. Verian somehow felt that Heaton was playing cat and mouse with her recently.

These days, Heaton often came back home tipsy at night. He fell asleep right away while hugging her after coming out of the shower. When Verian wanted to talk to him, he was already deep in slumber.

She felt something wrong going on but could not explain the weird feeling.

Annoyed, she texted Serene.

“Tell me, do you think a husband and wife will get bored of each other after living together for some time?”

Serene had just finished her ward rounds when she received the message. The first thought that came to her mind after reading the message was ‘Heaton’s giving Verian the cold shoulder.’

“No way. You and Heaton just got married. Are you sure he’s already starting to dislike you?”

Verian was left speechless.

The corner of Verian’s lips twitched as she tapped on the screen with her slender fingers. “Did I make it so obvious?”

“So you mean Heaton is already starting to dislike you?”

Serene got all worked up after reading the text. She was abandoned and betrayed by Chainer before, so she knew how Verian felt. Moreover, Verian’s feelings for Heaton were obviously much deeper than hers toward Chainer.

She could get over the fact that Chainer abandoned her in just a few days. However, it was a totally different case between Heaton and Verian.

Verian said, “I just feel it somehow, he hasn’t been in a good mood recently. He comes home tipsy every night. I want to talk to him, but he falls asleep right away.”

“So, how long has it been since both of you have had a proper conversation?”

Verian thought about it and started counting with her fingers before saying, “About four to five days, I guess. The day before yesterday, I woke up early to have breakfast with him but he didn’t talk much either.”

Serene thought it sounded weird. “Is Heaton having a secret affair?”

Verian’s heart sank as Serene mentioned those two words.

Secret affair.

In fact, the idea had flashed across her mind before, but the rational side of her told her that it was impossible.

Women were sensitive creatures, including Verian even though she was slow-witted at times.

It was impossible for her not to feel anything.

That was because… Heaton had not touched her since she started recuperating after the miscarriage.

The most intimate thing he did with her was to hug her, as well as kiss her temple and forehead. He did not even kiss her on the lips recently.

Heaton was a normal man. His need in that aspect had always been normal as well. Before she was pregnant, he wanted sex almost every night.

He controlled himself for the sake of Verian and their child after she was pregnant. Verian knew that he did it out of pity for her.

However, her body had recovered well enough and she was not as weak anymore. It was all thanks to Heaton’s meticulous care.

Since her body had recovered, why…had he not asked for sex?

From her pregnancy to her miscarriage and up until now, it had been quite some time since they had last slept with each other.

Although Verian was a woman, she had her own desires too, especially when it came to the man she loved.

Verian stared at Serene’s chatroom with her. She lost the mood to reply to Serene when she saw the words ‘secret affair’.

Looking at her staring at him quietly, Heaton stretched out his hand and pinched her face," Sleepyhead."

Verian pulled his hand down and looked at the watch on his wrist, "What time is it now?"

Heaton replied, "10.30."

Verian let go of his wrist gently and said in a dull voice, "You never come back before 10 these days."

Although it did not sound like a complaint, her voice was filled with grievance; more of loneliness to be exact.

Heaton's eyes darkened. He stretched out his hand and tousled her fluffy hair. Then, he said, “I have to meet a lot of clients these days. It’s the end of the year and I have a lot of dinner to attend.”

Verian hummed. She did not know whether to be satisfied with his explanation.

As usual, Heaton drank that night and was feeling a bit tipsy. He said in a faint voice, “You go to bed first, I’ll go take a shower.”

He stood up, but the woman who kept her head lowered, grabbed his huge hands tightly.

Heaton stood still. He lowered his eyes and looked at her.

She never lifted her head. Then, she asked in a soft voice, “Are the girls at the dinner pretty?”

Her voice was soft but one could hear the tremble and panic in her voice if they listened carefully.

Heaton felt that. He let out a faint laugh and stared at the back of her fair, bent neck, “Of course they’re all pretty. We never bring ugly ones to dinners because it will be a big turn-off for clients.”

He felt Verian’s grip tightened on the back of his hand as soon as he finished his sentence. It was as though she wanted to embed her fingertips into his bones.

Ferocious and violent, she was as though an infuriated lion who wanted to bite him. Yet she did not have the nerve to do it.

Heaton had been gloomy for days but he brightened up unconsciously after hearing looking at Verian in that state. He stared at her playfully and said, “Are you trying to rip my hand apart? Are you not going to let me take my bath? Hmm?”