Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 99

Verian's face was cold as she walked to the office lounge holding Little Jelly Bean.

Heaton stared at the little woman's back, frowning slightly.

When was he more patient with Zaynie than Little Jelly Bean?

In the lounge, Verian hugged Little Jelly Bean and coaxed her for a while. The little one still had a fever and had been crying the entire way. After a while, she fell asleep groggily in Verian's arms.

When Heaton finished working on the documents and opened the door, he saw Verian looking at Little Jelly Bean with tender eyes.

She had never looked at him with such tender eyes.

Verian heard the sound of the lounge door opening and closing, turning her head to look at him. She pursed her lips and said very solemnly, "Heaton, let's talk."

Verian came out of the lounge and closed the door behind her. Heaton stared down at her condescendingly. He had enough aura, coupled together with his height advantage. Because of this, Verian felt like her aura was weaker and almost negligible in front of him.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

It was Heaton who spoke first.

Verian took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say, "Although we’re a fake couple, you can’t erase the fact that I’m Little Jelly Bean's biological mother."

The man stared at her unwaveringly. "I didn't erase this fact."

"..." Verian Mont paused and said, "Therefore, I also have the custody of Little Jelly Bean. To me, Little Jelly Bean is the only blood-related person I have in this world."

The man's voice became cold. "So what are you trying to say?"

"Little Jelly Bean is the only one for me, but that’s not the case for you. I know that you like Zaynie more. Can you give me custody of Little Jelly Bean...?"

After saying this, Verian felt that the gaze above her head was akin to a sharp knife.

Heaton Fudd was daunting. His identity, his innate courage, and his power made it destined for many people to be afraid of him. Standing in front of such a man and fighting him on a matter she had almost no chance of winning, Verian was also trembling.

Especially at that moment, the look in the man’s eyes as he stared at her was cold, sharp, and deep. The stare made Verian's pores perk right up.

She swallowed and said dryly, "I know that the living conditions I can provide to Little Jelly Bean are not as good as those of the Fudd family, but I will take care of her with all my love, I..."

Before she finished speaking, the man coldly interrupted, "On what grounds do you think I will give you that opportunity?"

Now, this woman was constantly talking about Little Jelly Bean's custody. Why was that? Did she want to take her daughter and completely get away from his world?

Verian squeezed her fists. a thin layer of sweat forming in her palms. "I will take Little Jelly Bean away. Firstly, it would fulfill my wish; secondly, it would also be better for you."

Oh? It was better for him if she took Little Jelly Bean away?

The man was silent, his black eyes as sharp as a falcon as he stared at her for a long time without speaking.

The man sneered at her. "Weren't you very enthusiastic last time?"

His unfathomable eyes were filled with cold sarcasm and humiliation.

During the previous time they had sex, she was obsessed with him. This time however, she was reluctant. Hence, her feelings toward this type of thing had changed completely.

Verian resisted even more. "I don't want… Let go of me...!"

Heaton had always taken what he wanted. Anything and anyone he wanted, there was nothing that he had not gotten yet. His natural pride and masculine dignity did not allow him to fail with anyone or anything. If he could not get what he wanted, he would ruin it.

"Verian Mont, while I am still interested in your body now, make me happy. Maybe I’ll allow you to visit Little Jelly Bean more times in the future!"

Verian cried out in anger and stared at him angrily with red eyes. However, he was forcing her with Little Jelly Bean. She shed tears as she began to unbutton her clothes with trembling fingers. "Don't you just want this? I’ve not been clean from early on anyway, so what is the matter if I give it to you a few more times!"

Unclean? She thought that by giving it to him several times that she was unclean?

Heaton’s black eyes were full of anger as he completely lost interest. Until Verian Mont took the initiative to embrace his neck with both hands, Heaton furrowed his brows and irritability pushed her hand away

Verian was unprepared and had no support. When she was pushed by him like this, her entire person fell from the desk, her hands subconsciously landing first as her injured arm hit the ground. The wound was hit so violently that her whole body felt numb from the pain, the wound instantly breaking open as blood stained the gauze wet. Scarlet red seeped out.

Heaton's sight stopped upon it as he wanted to lean over and hug her. However, he held back because of the unquenchable anger in his heart.

Verian's eyes were red, and she climbed up from the ground with difficulty, holding onto the table. Just as she was about to leave by wrapping her torn and messy clothes around her, Heaton finally could not stand it anymore and dragged her into his arms. With a turn, he pinned her to the sofa.