Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 63

“You will know when you get back to North City.”

Heaton initially decided to pass her the DNA report during the night when it was Little Jelly Bean’s birthday. However, Verian was still suffering from shock, Heaton was afraid that Verian could not accept the truth out of a sudden.

“So mysterious?”

Verian curled her lips into a smile. She leaned in his arms and looked at Heaton. A faint smile appeared on the tip of her brows.

Heaton looked at the woman leaning in his arms as his eyes turned darker. He glanced at the night sky outside the window, and slowly let go of her body. “Rest well,” he said.

When Heaton was about to leave, a tiny hand from the bed pulled his sleeve. “Can you stay...? I... I’m afraid.”

She had experienced the security here as she just ran away from the catastrophe. It still haunted her that she could not really stay alone in this small little ward.

Heaton looked at her little hand that was still holding onto his sleeve tightly, his eyes met her crystal clear eyes, he asked, “Are you sure you want me to stay?”

Not sure whether she was overthinking, the smoky voice of this man had brought another charismatic side of him, making her feel like her heart slipped through a weak current, while the roots of her ears turned red unconsciously.

However, her fear was greater than shyness, she firmly said, “Yes.” The man came back.

As the bed was as small as this small ward, it was only capable of accommodating Verian. If Heaton had to fit in the bed, then he had to be...on top of Verian.

Feeling her head numb, her eyes quickly scanned around the ward. She then realized that there was no other place for him to sleep other than this bed.

Looking at Heaton’s thoughtful gaze, she trembled.

He looked at her blushing face and asked patiently, “Where should I sleep?”

As it seemed like there was no place for him to sleep.

She would feel terrified if she were to chase him out. The weather was very cold at night. He may get sick if he was going to sleep on the wet and humid floor. She moved slightly away from the bed to space out for him. She pursed her lips and her face turned red.

Heaton stared at her with his deep and dark eyes, intentionally asking, “Are you going to sleep with me tonight?”

...

At the moment when she wanted to pull off the offer, he acted faster and squeezed on the small bed.

...

His tight and warm chest fit onto her body. She involuntarily moved backward and almost dropped on the floor. Luckily he was fast enough to hold her waist and pull her back to his chest. She heard his strong and powerful heartbeat. Moving nearer, she could even smell a light tobacco smell and it smelt good.

Verian never liked the smell of tobacco because Grayson was a heavy smoker. Usually, she would snatch away his cigarettes angrily as it was really bad for health. Moreover, it was hurting other people’s health at the same time.

However, the light smell of tobacco from Heaton was exceptionally charming.

Verian could not deny that she had fallen in love with Heaton.

She laid in his arms, closed her eyes, and asked softly, “Heaton, am I heavy? Would you feel tired?”

The jungle at night was quiet and still. Lying in Heaton’s embrace, Verian could hear his breathing.

She kept silent for a long time and finally, she said, “I think..., I fell in love with you.”

After she proposed, she did not have the courage to look at him. There was no response from him.

She lifted her head and saw the guy with his eyes closed. It seemed like he had fallen asleep.

Verian’s mouth twitched. It was so rare for her to confess to a man but the man had fallen asleep. Even when she was together with Jensen, Jensen was the one who courted her. It seemed like she never once said ‘I like you’ or ‘I love you’ when she was together with that scumbag. However, she was very glad that she did say those words to Jensen, that scumbag. Otherwise, she would be disgusted right now if she recalled the memories.

Verian became bolder after facing her own heart. She closed her lips and left a few smooches on Heaton’s lips when he was asleep.

She secretly kissed him on the lip.

Right when her lips just parted from his, the man's thin lips touched her soft lips. They kissed again.

Verian’s dewy eyes were enlarged, he did not fall asleep?!

"Well..."

Assh*le.

How could this man be so black-hearted?