Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 362

It was a night of both great joy and sadness. There was too much emotional turmoil within her. At this moment, Verian laid in his warm and familiar embrace but could not fall asleep.

Due to Heaton’s presence, she had enough courage to look at the darkness outside the window where something might be floating about.

On the contrary, Heaton had not rested much for nearly 48 hours because he had rushed all the way to South City. Currently, he held her soft and fragrant body in his arms, which made him feel quite tired.

He put his arms around her, sniffed the light fragrance from her hair, and kissed her temples. Softly, he said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep quickly."

Verian's eyes opened wide as her small hand held Heaton's arm that around her body. Her eyes rolled around. "Heaton, are there really hungry ghosts here?"

With his eyes closed, Heaton smiled lightly. He hugged her closer to his embrace and could not help but kiss her on the bridge of her nose and lips. "I don't know if there are any, but I know there's one around you now."

"..."

When Verian understood him, her small face flushed. She smacked his shoulder.

"Okay, I’ll stop messing around. Be obedient and sleep quickly."

Heaton moved his long arm to turn off the lamp and embraced her underneath the warm blanket.

Verian huddled into his arms. Looking at his handsome sleeping face, she sighed. "Heaton, I thought we’d really be separated. Fortunately, you came to South City to find me."

"It wouldn’t have become like that. Don't give way to foolish whims."

Heaton's chin rested lightly on the top of her head. Getting to the bottom of things, Verian asked again, "If we're really related by blood, would you still come to find me?"

"Before I came to see you, I didn't know it was a misunderstanding."

"Oh yeah. So even if we're cousins, you'd still come after me."

Heaton let out an 'um' sound and touched the back of her head with his big hand.

Verian had a lot of questions tonight. Her eyelashes were very long and as her small face leaned against his neck, they made his neck and throat itchy. He could not help but furrow his eyebrows, but he did not want to push her away.

"Heaton, what do you say? If Madam Gaunt can't find a suitable person to donate hematopoietic stem cells..."

As soon as that was mentioned, Heaton's black eyes opened immediately. He was very alert and serious, staring at the little woman in his arms. He immediately interrupted her and said, "I won't allow it. No matter what you're thinking, I don't allow you to think about it anymore."

Heaton held her small face in his big hands, his dark eyes staring at her solemnly.

"Why are you so nervous? I didn't say I’d be donating hematopoietic stem cells to Madam Gaunt. If I'm not pregnant, I might have donated them to her. But now, I have our baby. The baby is my first consideration. I won’t act so rashly if it puts the baby in harm’s way."

Also, although Madam Gaunt did not intentionally abandon her back then, it had been a mistake due to a strange combination of circumstances. After so many years, she had grown up and had her own beautiful marriage and beloved partner. There was no need for maternal love anymore. Madam Gaunt was kind, but Verian did not have much affection for her yet.

As compared to her child with Heaton, Madam Gaunt’s position in her heart was much lower.

"Donation of hematopoietic stem cells is something major. Even if you're not pregnant, you can't decide to do it yourself. If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must discuss it with me first. This time, you ran away from home alone. We haven't reviewed that yet."

Verian was embarrassed. "I still have to do a review? Do you want me to write a review report again?"

Heaton immediately smacked her forehead. "Writing a review report is a light punishment. You better think about how to say sorry."

Blinking her eyes in pain, Verian pursed the corners of her lips. She said, "Can you spare me for the sake of my pregnancy?"

"You’re pregnant already. If I don’t lecture you, you’ll run wilder in the future. Run away with a ball in your stomach... I think you're capable of doing that."

"..."

Twitching her mouth, Verian muttered, "I didn’t... And what kind of tone are you using? I can run away from home myself, but I can't run away with your child? The child isn’t even born yet and you’re already paying it more attention. When the child is born, will I become the least important in your heart?"