Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 348

Yandel went back into the room after the doctor was done dressing Xylean's injuries.

Verian glanced at Yandel's deep and intense concentration toward Xylean. She knew that she would be a third-wheel if she continued to stay in the room. She did not want to disturb them.

"I'll go to the washroom."

Verian went out of the dressing room.

Yandel sat on the side of the bed as he looked at Xylean's foot. He touched it gently and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Xylean flinched and retracted her feet as if it was still painful. "I'm okay."

Yandel inched closer to her. The cigarette smell from his body wafted toward Xylean.

"Did you go for a smoke just now?"

Yandel knew that Xylean hated the cigarette smell, so he spoke gruffly, "I quit smoking a long time ago. I won't smoke them anymore if you don't like it."

"... You don't make it as if you're so pitiful."

'He was the one who wanted to quit smoking, so why would he pretend to be so pitiful then? Why should I pity him?' Xylean thought to herself.

Yandel lifted his hand to caress her red and swollen face. He lowered his voice as he said, "Leannie, I am sorry. I shouldn't have hit you just now."

Xylean flung his hand away. "What's past is past. You hit me, and I slapped you too. We are even now."

"You can hit me as many times as you wish, but I will never allow myself to hurt you again."

Xylean bit her lips, and her heart softened. She felt guilty when she saw his right cheek. There was a red hand mark on his fair skin. Anyone with sense would be able to tell that they were from a woman's fingernails.

She asked grudgingly, "How about you? Does your face still hurt?"

When he heard her concern for him, Yandel's gloomy mood instantly lightened, and his thin lips curved upward. A trace of a loving and warm smile blossomed in his eyes. "Leannie, are you worried about me?"

"Don't be a fool. I will never worry about you."

The man's large hands grabbed the back of her head gently and pushed her head toward him. Then he pressed his thin lips onto her mouth.

It was the long-awaited kiss.

...

Verian stood by the door to the dressing room, and she peeped into it. She saw Yandel and Xylean's passionate kiss, and she felt a little update as she reminisced about her past. She shut the door and decided to make her way to the hospital's backyard.

She sat on one of the long benches in the garden. She held her phone in hand and contemplated calling Heaton. She could not decide if she wanted to get back together with Heaton.

She wanted to tell Heaton that they were not related by blood, and it was all a misunderstanding.

However, Heaton's words rang again in his ears, and she lost the courage to call him.

Her phone vibrated, and she clicked on the notification without much thought. It was a push notification for the entertainment news.

The main character in the news was none other than Heaton.

She clicked on the link to read it.

"The CEO of North City Fudd Group, Heaton Fudd, brought his fiancée along to attend a charity function..."

Fiancée?

As she scrolled down to take a look at the photo, the woman beside Heaton was Yuna.