Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 97

"You spent a delightful night with Yanny Joy last night and there’s nothing going on between you and her?"

Was it possible that all men were like this, where they would say one thing and do another behind the person’s back?

The intimate photo of him and Yanny Joy at the bar last night was known by the entire North City. Did Heaton think she was blind or a fool? He dared to say out loud that he had nothing to do with Yanny Joy?

Heaton's scorching dark eyes stared at her as he examined her for a short while before speaking in a slow manner, "I did have a happy night with Yanny Joy last night."

“You…!”

Rascal! Rogue! Bastard!

Verian got up angrily and was about to leave, but Heaton was faster than her. He grabbed her body and pulled her into his arms. The man leaned over her ear and asked with a smile, "Are you very angry?"

Heaton felt an unexpected happiness in his heart when he saw her acting like an angry young lion.

“If you are so happy with Yanny Joy, why are you hugging me? Let go of me, Heaton Fudd!"

The person in his arm struggled desperately and accidentally touched the wound on her arm. It was so painful that her delicate face wrinkled, and the tears immediately fell.

Heaton lowered his head, his thin lips lightly pressing on her own as he opened his mouth to say in a low voice—

"I had a really good time with Yanny Joy last night, but it was only limited to drinking. You know Zander Lucas, right? He was also there."

Verian's face turned red, and she quickly pushed him away. They were still in the hospital. Had he kissed her just now in a public place?

She subconsciously reached out and touched the lips he had kissed. He had just kissed her lightly but the temperature of her lips was extremely high. It was like a scorching fire, and the high temperature spread to her entire neck.

Heaton purposely raised his hand to touch her forehead, teasing. "Besides an arm injury, do you still have a fever?"

Verian's face blushed as she slapped his hands away while muttering awkwardly, "I don't have a fever."

Heaton looked at her softly and Verian was stunned for a moment. Heaton was always cold. Even his eyes were cold when looking at people, but the rare gentleness at this moment caused her to fall in an instant.

There seemed to be countless deer bumping into each other in her heart.

...

When they arrived in the car, Verian sat in the passenger seat and held back her words all the way. Seeing that they were approaching the Fudd Group, she asked hesitantly, "So...you were not the only one who was with Yanny Joy last night, and President Lucas was also there?"

"Was my explanation not clear enough, or do you lack the ability to understand?"

Heaton gave her a playful look with his dark eyes.

However, since they were only drinking, what were they doing with their body so close?

Thinking of the photo, Verian frowned in dissatisfaction. "Just drink properly. Was it necessary for your bodies to be so close?"

Her tone made her sound like she had the attitude of a queen.

Heaton's thin lips curled. "The bar was too noisy. How could we hear each other clearly if we didn't get closer?"

His tone was as if he was pretending to be indifferent and calm like he did not feel that there was anything to it. Verian sat by the side with anger.

Even in this situation, it still did not change the fact that Yanny Joy was Heaton’s confidante. If she was not a confidante, why did they go for drinks in a bar at night and drink in such an intimate way? Verian believed that Heaton Fudd was a gentleman.

She wanted to ask more but instead, her thoughts turned. She was not his anybody.

Because there was no basis of a relationship between them. Thinking about it made Verian totally lost.

Heaton, who was driving, suddenly found that this little woman looked very cute when she was jealous.

He did not like women who were easily jealous. Before he met Verian, the women around him were all sensible women. They knew when to be jealous in order to show off amorous feelings. They also knew how to constrain themselves and retreat when required. However, Verian was not from that group of people. She did not know how to advance or retreat, nor did she even understand the general situation. She was also not the gentle and virtuous type.

She was probably still a child herself, so how can she carry out the role of being Little Jelly Bean’s mother?