Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 138

Both Verian Mont and Heaton Fudd were fully drenched. They got into the car together but Heaton Fudd did not start the car. His dark eyes looked at the little pale woman with swollen red eyes in the passenger seat. He said hoarsely, “You drive.”

Verian Mont frowned. Even now, he still thought that she was his driver?

“Heaton Fudd…”

Before she could refuse, the man locked his brows. With his dislocated right arm dangling, he said, “My arm is injured. If you don’t want to get into an accident, you’d better drive.”

Verian Mont looked at him furiously. She opened the door and got out, switching seats with Heaton Fudd.

Along the way home, the rain gradually stopped. The entire North City was washed clean by the storm. The night sky was clear and the air was crisp. However, Verian Mont was in no mood to appreciate the view.

She was driving toward the Fudd Family Mansion but had no intention to go home with him. After tonight, she had no more relationship with Heaton Fudd.

She pursed her lips, staring straight at the road ahead, with a cold and stern face.

Heaton Fudd endured the extreme pain on his shoulder, his dark eyes gazing at her steadily, and finally told her, “To your house.”

Verian Mont obviously did not want to obey. “President Fudd, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Why do you want to go to my house? As soon as I send you home, I will get a cab and leave the mansion.”

Agitatedly, Heaton Fudd frowned and called out to her, “Verian Mont!”

She did not react. Since he had the heart to leave her alone at the Department of Civil Affairs that day, him talking to her with that attitude should not have come as a surprise!

Heaton Fudd bit his lips and said in a frosty tone, “My arm is injured. If I go back to the family now, they will think that I got hurt because of you. Do you really wish to be misunderstood that way?”

Verian Mont frowned in displeasure and immediately changed direction, driving toward the Mont Family Mansion.

Clearly, she did not want unnecessary troubles.

Heaton Fudd’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat and he looked extremely weak. He closed his eyes and leaned on the seat, his lips growing pale by the second. Verian had been already driving for quite a while.

Verian Mont could see him through the corner of her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat.

His arm injury appeared to be very serious. Otherwise, why would he look so pale?

The car was dead silent, with Heaton Fudd occasionally letting out a few breaths that were heavier than usual, due to his excruciating pain and a whooshing wind noise coming from the window.

Verian Mont hesitated for a while before she finally asked coldly, “Should I send you to the hospital?”

The man in the passenger seat opened his eyes slowly and looked at her faintly. His voice was still frosty. “I think you’ll love to see me die in pain. I’m okay, I don’t need the hospital.”

Maintaining her icy expression, he could not see the slightest trace of concern for him.

Not only was Verian Mont still angry at him but she also misunderstood him. Naturally, begging him to go to the hospital was the last thing she would do.

All she had in her mind was to just let him die in pain!

Why should she be concerned about him when he left her alone at the Department of Civil Affairs to go get laid in the hotel with another woman?

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As they arrived at the Mont Family Mansion, Verian Mont got out of the car and only then she noticed the dented front end and scratches on the side as if it was hit by another car.

Verian Mont grew suspicious. However, given their dynamic during that moment, she would not take the initiative to ask him about it.

After getting out of the car, she walked toward the mansion by herself.