Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 65

The lady boss held a pink unopened thing and handed it to them. "Five dollars each. Do you want it?"

"We don't need it."

"We don't need it!"

This time, the two of them said the same words.

The lady boss took back the c*ndom and rolled her eyes toward them. "Hmph, I know that you don't need it. You don't have to yell!"

Heaton stared at the lady boss with his cold glance. Then, he carried the room card and walked to the room while embracing Verian.

The two-child policy had long been employed in the country! Why would they need it?

As they entered the room, Verian realized how small the bed was, as described by the lady boss. It was even smaller than the bed in the clinic on the mountain!

This was supposed to be a couple’s room, but the bed was so small. This lady boss just wanted to force the guests to get two rooms to earn more money!

Verian took a glance at Heaton and tried to ask. "Perhaps, I’ll go and get another room?"

She was about to go out, but the man's big hand grabbed her arm to pull her back. "There's no need for that."

"B-But, where are you going to sleep tonight?"

Heaton stared at her with his sharp eyes. "What? You want me to make a bed on the floor?"

She did not dare to do so!

"T-Then, maybe I’ll make my bed on the floor!"

Her eyes explored the room and saw a small sofa. "I can sleep on the sofa!"

She was about to lie down on the sofa, but Heaton abruptly pressed her to the wall, trapping her between his chest and the wall. He used his one hand to kabedon her.

The man's deep black eyes locked on her fiercely. In the small space they were in, his breath and smell completely surrounded her. Verian shrank back her body and did not dare to move at all. She heard his low and deep voice saying, "We've done something way more intimate together. What's wrong with sleeping on the same bed? Are you shy?"

"..."

She thought he was referring to the intimacy that happened the night when she was drunk in the bar. She did not think too much.

In fact, she did not quite remember about what happened that night.

While being distracted, her eyes avoided his scorching sight. Then, the man whispered to order her. "Go and take a shower."

She said yes obediently and hurriedly rushed into the bathroom.

As soon as Verian entered the bathroom, Heaton's cell phone rang.

The caller ID showed Nancy's name. He picked it up.

"Hello, sister-in-law."

Nancy, who was on the other side, asked hesitatingly. "Heaton, hmm... have you found Verian?"

Heaton replied calmly, "Hm, she's with me."

"I-Is she okay?"

"She's okay. We're fine."

Nancy was stunned on the phone. On the phone, Little Jelly Bean's excited voice came. "Auntie, can I talk to daddy? Auntie? Auntie..."

Nancy regained consciousness and handed the phone to Little Jelly Bean.

When Little Jelly Bean got the phone, she happily called Heaton. "Daddy! I miss you so much!"

Who avoided who?

Verian thought that he really did not intend to provide her some clothes to cover her body. Her face flushed as she said. "Heaton Fudd! If you dare to treat me like that, I'll tell Nancy when I return to North City!"

This man was not afraid of her, but he would be afraid of making Nancy sad, right?

Heaton took a shirt of his own and walked over. Hearing what she said, he raised his eyebrows. "Are you threatening me?"

It was a pity. It was useless to use Nancy to threaten him.

Verian went to grab the shirt in his hand, and Heaton raised his arm mischievously. Verian could not reach there, and her entire body was brought out from the door. Her feet that were without slippers slipped on the slick ground, and she fell into Heaton's arms!

Verian hid in his embrace that she could not even lift her face. It was too embarrassing...

The man looked at the little woman in his arms who did not move at all. "If you want to throw yourself into my arms, just say it. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Who threw herself into his arms?!

"I didn't!"

Verian grabbed the shirt in his hand while he was not paying attention. However, Heaton was not so easy to deal with. He pulled her back into his arms by dragging the shirt.

Verian's moist eyes widened with fear, and she could not react for a while...

"Weren’t you throwing yourself into my arms?"

Verian flushed to the point as if blood would drip from her face. She used the shirt to cover the beautiful 'scenery’ of her exposed body.

"You... You turn around! Don't look!"

Heaton not only did not turn around, his long legs also got closer to her. He pulled the shirt she used to block herself in front of him and said in a rather calm tone. "This is not the first time. Why are you still shy?"