Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 107

Heaton's posture was scary. There were lots of onlookers around them and there might have even been hidden paparazzi among them. Verian was afraid that something bad would happen that could get Heaton caught in a court case. She raised her hand and pulled on the man's sleeve.

"Heaton, shall we leave?"

Neil Jackman had been well punished. Heaton lifted his foot and let go of him. Neil sweated profusely from the pain and yelled non-stop.

"Wife! Call an ambulance! I can't take it anymore!"

Everyone pursed their mouths and silently laughed.

Heaton fixed his gaze at the little woman in front of him. Her clothes were unkempt. He took off his suit jacket and put it domineeringly over Verian's shoulders. He bent over and picked her up horizontally.

Verian's face was red and hot. Subconsciously, she looked around. There were so many people looking at them...

She whispered, "I'm not hurt, quick, let me down. There are too many people here..."

However, the man turned a deaf ear and was still holding her. His cold, arrogant eyes did not waver as he said to everyone, "See clearly exactly how Heaton Fudd’s woman looks like. Next time, don't pretend to be blind. You won’t get any luckier than Mr. Jackman today."

Verian was startled, her watery eyes looking straight at him.

Were his punishments to Neil Jackman not already more than enough today?

When Heaton was teaching Neil a lesson, the sounds that Neil made caused the Verian’s scalp to turn numb as Neil's "capital" to be lustful was almost destroyed by Heaton.

Thinking about it this way, Verian suddenly felt that the grievances she suffered just now were all worth it.

In the past, Grayson Mont was the most protective over her. However, since her father’s death, no one had protected and vented on her behalf like today. She did not cry when she was almost raped by Neil earlier. She also did not cry when her hair was being tugged and her dignity stepped under Cecilia Morgan’s feet. However, now that she was being cared for by Heaton so wholeheartedly, she buried herself in his firm chest and felt that her eyes souring as warm liquid began to flow from them...

The man held her and walked steadily toward the Peninsula Hotel’s exit with his long legs.

She had Heaton's suit jacket wrapped around her body. Her face was buried in his arms as her nose and her body were filled with his clear and charming tobacco smell, coupled with his masculine aroma. This made her feel safer.

Subconsciously, her hands clasped his neck tightly.

She actually hated it when men smoked. Previously when Grayson Mont smoked in front of her, she was a little unhappy. However, not only did not hate the subtle smell of tobacco on Heaton's body, she even liked it.

The whiff of tobacco made Heaton seem more attractive and mature, and Verian Mont was deeply bewitched by it.

Heaton, who was holding her, felt his chest wet from her warm tears. He frowned slightly and asked, "Where did Neil Jackman touch you?"

Was it possible that she was injured?

She did not speak and only shook her head lightly. She slipped into his arms and muttered silently, "Heaton Fudd, can you not be so good to me? I'm afraid that I’ll fall in love with you..."

The man's straight back stiffened.

Immediately after that, his thin lips curled up, and he continued to walk out. Instead, he asked her in a low voice, "If you fall in love with me, you can just fall in love. Is it that embarrassing to fall in love with me?"

Verian lifted her crying face from his arms. Her eyes were red, and she looked like a frustrated rabbit. "But when I fall in love with you, you won't fall in love with me. Why should I ask for trouble?"

Heaton looked at her, amused, "Verian Mont, is this is how you calculate a relationship?"