Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 82

Verian Mont waited for three minutes after work before picking up her phone and hesitantly sending Heaton Fudd a text.

“Hey, what time will you be off work?”

Heaton Fudd who was taking care of some business at the sixty-sixth floor immediately replied after receiving the text. “Come over to my office.”

While Kush Xavier was organizing some documents for Heaton Fudd, he also secretly glanced at Heaton Fudd’s phone. He cracked a cheeky smile and said, “Boss, I have never known you to text a little girl.”

Usually, Kush Xavier would not even dare to tease Heaton Fudd. However, since he realized how good of a mood Heaton Fudd was in, Kush Xavier cheekily teased him hoping that he would not get mad.

That man who clutched his phone raised his brows. He spoke as if he was pondering about something, “Verian Mont is a little girl?”

“Yeah, how is she not? Miss Mont had just graduated from university and is only twenty four years old. How is she not a little girl?”

Heaton Fudd grinned. A flash of teasing playful intent manifested at the corner of his eyes.

Would a little girl bite? Would a little girl behave so unreasonably?

In Heaton Fudd’s perspective, the youngster girls these days seemed weak but when that woman grew infuriated, she was bold enough to slap him.

That man replied in a neutral tone, “She’s already given birth to a child and you still call her a little girl?”

As they were talking, Verian Mont entered after knocking on the door.

After Kush Xavier was done organizing the documents, he instinctively exited the office. Thus, only the both of them remained in the office.

Verian Mont was sitting on the couch beside him while watching Heaton Fudd work with her hands supporting her chin.

The saying about a focused man looking the most attractive was right. He was truly attractive especially when someone like Heaton Fudd who was extremely elegant and charming.

It was unsure if it was due to Heaton Fudd being too dreamy or her recent lack of sleep since she dozed off not long after leaning against the couch.

After Heaton Fudd was done with work and looked up, he realized the lady that was waiting on the couch was sound asleep on top of her arm.

He walked over to her, caressed her hair and edges of her ear gently and placed a blanket on top of her.

Although she was not the most attractive girl he had seen in his life and her beauty could not come close to being praiseworthy, her elegantly white skin was still extremely appealing.

Heaton Fudd was not a man that paid much attention to his lusts and in the past couple of years, it was completely out of his mind. In the vast expanse of North City, he was completely unaffected by anyone. Even the media was speculating that he had a problem with his sexuality. In the following three years, there were very few people who he fancied. On one hand, he was too focused on taking care of Little Jelly Bean and was very rarely out to mingle. On the other hand, it seemed that other women were slowly losing interest in him.

The door to the office rang and Nancy Xander entered.

“Heaton, are you done with work yet? Let’s go pick Zaynie and Little…”

Before she could finish and when Heaton Fudd turned around to look at her, he gestured with his long slender finger pressing up against his lips to signal her to keep it down.

Nancy Xander’s eyes were drenched as she was standing outside the door. When she noticed the main’s arm with a luxurious watch burrowing underneath the lady’s skirt, she could not take it anymore as she covered her mouth and ran off, tears falling to the ground.

Verian Mont seemed to have heard a noise resembling the clacking of high heels, so she instinctively turned around and looked out the door. There was no one at the door but the door was not shut properly. Her heart skipped a beat as she bashfully and nervously stopped Heaton Fudd’s movements. “Door, the door isn’t shut…”

Heaton Fudd seemed to not be bothered even by the slightest bit as his fingers were moving inappropriately underneath her skirt. His expressions deepened as his black pearly eyes were locked onto her tiny face. “You’re deserting?”

“...”

That man’s glaring dark pearly eyes were especially cold but unimaginably warm at the same time. The warmth contained inside seemed to be capable of melting her like a fire during a snowy night. Those black pearly pupils were deadly and captivating. Verian Mont was unable to completely look away.

Heaton Fudd was extremely sexy. His abyssal bottomless dark pearly eyes were bewitching… and in between every action, it emanated a certain, unique, manly sexiness with beauty to it. The elegance and pride charmed Verian Mont into a daze.

“Heaton Fudd…”

That man ordered with a frown, “Drop the Fudd.”

“... Heaton.”

That man seemed satisfied as he pulled her into his arms while pressing against her.

That lady’s pale slender tiny hands unknowingly scratched his back, leaving marks behind.