Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 519

Verian and Yandel went home and had supper with the rest of the people in the house. They chit-chatted for a while before some of them excused themselves to go home while the rest of them returned to their rooms to rest.

Verian's stomach was a little bloated from eating too much. After she took a shower, she laid on the bed, but she did not feel sleepy.

Ever since she was with Heaton, she seldom slept alone, and that night, without Heaton by her side, she could not sleep at all.

At that moment, her phone screen lit up. She had received a WeChat message from Heaton.

[Mrs. Fudd, are you asleep?]

As she read the message, her lips quirked a smile. With her phone in hand, she turned over in the bed as she replied to Heaton. [Nope, I can't sleep.]

Firstly, Heaton was not by her side, and secondly, she was a little excited about their big day the next day. Hence, she did not feel sleepy at all.

They held the wedding ceremony way after they had obtained their marriage certificate. Even though she felt that it was a mere formality, she was too excited to plan her own wedding.

That was because she was married to a man called Heaton, and she was incredibly excited and grateful for that.

They were only husband and wife on paper when they obtained their marriage certificate. At that time, she only wanted to get back to the Mont Family mansion. However, the significance behind their wedding was no longer as simple as walking down the aisle together.

She was deeply in love with the man called Heaton Fudd, and that was the wedding she had wanted.

Heaton did not talk much in his message. [Be a good girl. Sleep now, and I'll bring you home tomorrow morning.]

Verian's face brightened with a sweet smile. [Okay.]

With her phone in hand, the sleepiness kicked in, and she eventually fell asleep to a good and sweet dream.

In the dream, she and Heaton laid on a bed of roses in a flower field. They took a leisure stroll along many country roads as they listened to the birds and smelled the flower scents. As the sunset blazed in the evening sky, they stood on the lover's bridge and indulged in hugging and kissing with each other. Hand in hand, they walked through every flower field. She felt as if a century had passed, and yet she was not sick of it at all.

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The next morning, Madam Gaunt woke her up.

At the break of dawn, the hairstylist and the makeup artist they hired arrived in haste after long hours of traveling.