Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 397

Verian was still confused when the cab arrived at the embassy.

Heaton dragged her out of the car and led them to the government building.

"Heaton, what are we doing here?"

Verian was a little afraid because the man had brought her to a government building in another country for no apparent reason.

Heaton did not say a word throughout their entire walk. Then he said, "I can't see where I'm going, so you'll have to guide me."

"Oh, okay. This way. Keep walking. Watch your step. Slow down."

When they entered the building, a Chinese staff greeted them.

Heaton politely asked, "Hello, where is the marriage registration counter?"

Verian was stunned when he said that. "Heaton, aren't we already married?"

Why did he want to remarry her in Ireland?

The staff noticed they were both Chinese, so he asked them in English, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm here to get a marriage certificate."

Verian grew frantic as she stared at him with wide eyes. "Heaton, why are we getting another marriage certificate?"

The staff's phone suddenly rang. Then his attitude changed after the call as he instinctively stared at Heaton and wondered about his identity.

"You are here for an Irish marriage certificate?"

Heaton replied, "Yes."

Verian was puzzled. Why would he want to get an Irish marriage certificate?

"Have you brought along the relevant documents, like your passports and visas?"

Heaton fished out all the required documents from his pocket as Verian stared at him. Did the man carry all of those documents with him? Had he made the appointment during the day?

The staff looked at the names on their passports. Then he smiled and asked, "Mr. Fudd, Miss Mont, how long do you plan to stay married to each other?"

Verian was confused. Was there a limit to how long a marriage should last?

The staff explained, "Well, if it's only a year, then the processing fee would be much more expensive. It gets cheaper with a longer duration. It's only about 60 pence if you choose to stay married for a hundred years."

Verian was speechless when she heard that.

Verian looked at Heaton and asked, "How long should we choose?"

Heaton replied with a serious tone, "A hundred years."

"Heaton, we won't live that long."

If they were still alive after a hundred years, they would be shriveled old monsters then.

Heaton's gaze looked deep and serious. He suddenly stood up, and before Verian could react, Heaton got down on one knee as he held her hand. He said, "Miss Verian Mont, would you agree to stay married to Mr. Heaton Fudd for a hundred years?"

Verian was utterly stunned.

She never expected Heaton to propose there.

Heaton had never proposed to her, and when they collected their marriage certificate, it was a simple procedure, and it was done without any ceremonies.

"I... I…"

"Are you unwilling?"

Verian did not know what to say.

She was too overwhelmed!

Verian felt so touched that she began to cry. She covered her mouth with her hand.

The staff beside her told her in English, "Just say yes! Both of you will have a happy marriage for a lifetime!"

She sobbed as she stuttered, "Heaton… I do. I would love to do that."

How could she ever be unwilling?

Then Heaton took out the intricate lacy box in his pocket. He opened it to reveal a diamond ring inside.

However, it was a huge diamond!

Heaton put the ring on her finger; Verian was in an emotional mess. She chuckled and said, "This diamond is so big and heavy!"

Heaton laughed and said, "Show it off?"

"Yeah, my husband gave it to me! Look at how much my husband loves me, and he'll only give me diamond rings with more than ten carats of diamonds! A single carat is way too small!"

Heaton's heart jerked when he listened to how arrogant she sounded. He lowered his head to kiss her temple and said, "If you love it, then even a hundred carats would not be a problem."

"No, god no. Ten carats are good enough for me to show off. A hundred carats… That won't be a ring anymore. That would be a literal rock!"

Verian felt that if she did not stop him, Heaton would actually buy her a hundred carats diamond!

Her husband was unimaginably rich!

Verian's mind was still focused on their hundred years of marriage. When they walked under a Sakura tree, she suddenly stopped and asked, "What if you cheat on me or stop loving me. What do I do then?"

Instead of stuck in a bitter marriage, she would rather leave it as soon as possible.

Heaton leaned forward to kiss her lips. "You can sue me with this marriage certificate if I ever cheat on you. You can sue me until I'm in jail."

"Really? This Irish marriage certificate is that good?"

"However, you'll have to bring meals to me in prison if that really happens."

"You've already cheated on me, and you'd still want me to bring you meals in prison? Keep dreaming!"

Verian scoffed and then pushed him away. She walked ahead while he followed behind her before he grabbed her hand.

"Madam Fudd, you've already trapped me."

"Wealthy men are horrible, and men like you are especially bad. I should stop you from being seduced by some random ladies with big breasts."

"But I'm blind now. I can't see anything, no matter how pretty they look."

"You know, I think your blindness is a blessing. It's a good thing, in my opinion."

Mr. Fudd slapped his forehead as he lamented, "Who would curse their husband like this?"

"It's for your own good. Look, if you accidentally cheated on me, then you'll need to go to jail."

Heaton was speechless.

He would have to live with whatever hole he had dug for himself for the rest of his life!