Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 64

Verian was kissed until panting. As her eyes looked clear, she stared at him with a flushed face. "H-Have you heard what I just said?"

The man stared at her with an ignorant look. "What did you say?"

"I..."

She said that she liked him. Did he hear it or not?

As she looked at him in his eyes now, she did not have the courage at all to say that sentence again. Her spirit was half faded, and she lost the mood that she had just now. "Nothing."

It was true that she kind of liked him now, but she had not loved him yet. Thus, it was not crucial to tell him again.

She shrank her body and moved aside, simply wanting to sleep. Unexpectedly, there was a sullen male voice behind her. "It’s just that you like me. Why don't you dare to admit it?"

His natural tone that was at ease did not intend to cover up anything. This made Verian feel like burying herself into the ground. He obviously heard it, but he pretended that he was sleeping!

She was not that kind of girl who was shy. However, Heaton was too straightforward. Had he considered that she was a girl?

Heaton raised his arms to embrace her into his arms, and his voice sounded calm. "Sleep."

"..."

He was really acting as if nothing had happened!

It was a confession! No matter whether he liked her or not, shouldn't he reply to her to show his manner?

Verian felt distressed and entangled for a while, and finally fell asleep in Heaton's arms in a blurred mind.

...

After resting for a day in the clinic on the mountain, Verian's body improved a lot, both physically and mentally.

After she changed her clothes, Heaton packed up the luggage and said softly, "Let's go to a nearby restaurant for a meal before we leave."

She was a little surprised. "Is there a restaurant here?"

In a noodle restaurant that was operated by a local, there was a big crowd for lunch hour that the seats were full. The environment and hygiene conditions were not too good.

Verian did not mind about it. She often ate in this kind of small restaurant, but Heaton may not be able to adapt to it. After all, he was to save her to come here to 'suffer'. Verian was not so ungrateful, so she reached out to slightly pull his sleeve. "If you do not like this restaurant, we can explore other restaurants."

As soon as she said, her stomach shamelessly made a sound.

Awkwardly, Verian touched her stomach. Heaton looked at her with his deep eyes, and he said, "We can just eat here. But, there's no seat anymore. You go outside to find a clean spot to sit, I'll get the noodles."

Five minutes later, Heaton came out with two bowls of beef noodle soup and joined Verian to sit on the staircase next to the restaurant.

Verian held the big noodle bowl and stirred the noodles inside with a pair of chopsticks. There were only a little noodles. She could not stand but frowned and complained. "It's such a big bowl, but there was a lot of soup and very little noodles."

The bowl was much bigger than the size of her face, but the noodles inside was just enough for her appetite. Heaton was a man, so the noodles were obviously not enough for him.

Verian thought—she may not be able to finish walking the long mountain journey later all by herself, and she might need to bother Mr. Fudd to carry her on the back. Thus, she used the chopsticks to put a lot of noodles into Heaton's bowl.

"I can't eat that much. You eat more."

The man curved up his lips and looked at her as he felt funny. "Just now, you complained there were too little noodles. Now, you think that you can't eat that much?"

"You'll probably have to carry me on the back later. If you don't eat more, how can we get out of here?"

The smiling curve in Heaton's eyes grew deeper. "Ms. Mont, when did I say I would carry you?"

Verian's big eyes moved as she thought, and she gave the beef from her bowl to him with a smiling face. "Last night, you said so in your dream."

"It's the first time for me to know that I'd speak in my dream."

As Verian was putting the food into his bowl, Heaton frowned and suddenly called her. "Ms. Mont."

"Hm?"

Verian blushed from her face to her neck. Why didn't she know before that Heaton could be such a gangster!

This man said nonsense with a serious and cold face. He acted like a hooligan, but she could not dislike him at all. Instead, she found him damn charming.

The journey was very long. When Verian woke up from a short nap, they had arrived at a small hotel.

In the sky outside, there were only white moonlight and starlights left. After walking Verian into the hotel, Heaton took his ID card to hand over to the counter.

The lady boss took a glance at the two of them and immediately knew that they were non-local people. "You two are husband and wife, right?"

"Yes."

"No."

Two voices said at the same time.

The lady boss stared at them and turned her glances back and forth on them several times. "Honestly, yes or no?"

Heaton's cold eyes glanced at Verian, and his thin lips spit out a clear word. "Yes."

"Then I'll give a couple room to you."

Verian did not become quarrelsome. After arranging the room for them, the lady boss reminded them. "But, don't blame me for not reminding you afterward. Our beds here are very small."

Verian was blank, and she asked Heaton. "Maybe we can get two rooms?"

In the clinic on the mountain, she slept on Heaton's body, pressing him the whole time. Not only Heaton was having a hard time, she also did not sleep well. However, she did not dare to tell him in this way.

Heaton lowered his clear eyes and had a deep glance at her. "You seem to want to sleep in a different room?"

Verian said in obeisance, "I... I'm just afraid that you won’t sleep well."