Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 434

Verian was flabbergasted as she and Little Jelly Bean arrived at the yard.

There really was a helicopter parked there.

Inside the helicopter were boxes of cherries. They looked big, bright, and fresh, as though they had been freshly picked from an orchard.

Workers were unloading the helicopter, sending the boxes of cherries into their house.

Little Jelly Bean beamed happily as she flashed her stained teeth at Verian. “Monty, I’ve already eaten a bowl of cherries! Do you want some?”

Little Jelly Bean and Zaynie ate the cherries as they played the ‘blood-vomiting game’, the cherries disappearing rapidly.

Verian looked around but Heaton was nowhere to be found. Where had he gone on a weekend?

“Where’s daddy?”

“I think daddy went out to buy something!”

Verian had no idea what Heaton was buying.

Madam Leah washed the cherries and brought them over to Verian. She smiled and said, “Young Mistress, go ahead and try them. I heard these cherries were delivered all the way from Chile through air freight.”

“Chile? From that far away?”

“Yes. I heard the Young Master say that you were talking about cherries in your sleep last night. Because of that, he sent someone from Chile to deliver a planeload of cherries overnight using air freight. Young mistress, Young Master definitely loves you dearly.”

Verian nearly choked on her cherries and coughed.

“Young mistress, do the cherries taste bad?” Madam Leah patted her back, trying to soothe her.

“No, no. They’re very sweet.”

Moreover, the cherries were very juicy. A sweet and sour flavor burst through her mouth with every bite. They tasted excellent. They were way more delicious than those sold in the market.

After all, they must have been newly harvested before being delivered and tasted very fresh.

“Madam Leah, we have so many cherries here. Have you guys tried some?”

Madam Leah smiled, “All of us have eaten them already. Little Jelly Bean and Zaynie ate a bunch of them this morning.”

Verian looked at Little Jelly Bean and Zaynie who were playing the ‘blood-vomiting game’. “They’re not eating. They’re just playing around with the cherries.”

A black Spyker drove into the yard as they were talking.

Heaton was back.

He was carrying a few inexpensive-looking plastic bags as he walked inside the house.

Verian took a look and it seemed like it was breakfast. She ran toward him and asked with her brows raised, “What good food did you get me?”

Heaton lifted the plastic bags before her eyes. “You were asking for cherries in the middle of the night, then you asked for pancakes in the morning. Mrs. Fudd, you surely know how to torture me.”

Verian was speechless.

Her face flushed red.

Was she thinking about food even in her dreams? She could not remember a single thing.

Looking at the couple being all lovey-dovey, Madam Leah was happy. “Young Mistress, women always crave for certain foods when they’re pregnant. Since Young Master doesn’t mind you eating a lot, feel free to eat to your heart’s content!”

Verian was speechless.

She made her sound like a foodie.

Verian ate the breakfast Heaton had gotten her. She felt a sweet sensation in her heart. They were acting as sweet as honey that she felt like she was about to explode.

Their current area was full of villas. There were no shops or stalls selling pancakes nearby.

He even got her tofu pudding. He knew her tastes very well.

“Where did you buy these?”

Heaton was sitting next to her. He took a few glances at his phone and answered her casually, “I drove around the streets this morning to look for them.”

“What time did you get up?”

“At 6.30am.”

“That early?”

Work was already exhausting enough for him and yet, he got up at 6.30am on a weekend just to get her breakfast. Verian felt extremely guilty.

Surprisingly, Heaton was enjoying his daughter and wife competing for his attention.

Heaton lifted Little Jelly Bean who was about to cry and put her on his lap. He then said dotingly, “Alright, daddy will buy you tofu pudding tomorrow!”

“Daddy, you really are my biological father!”

The little kid smacked her lips and pressed a kiss on Heaton’s cheeks.

…

Verian was not the only one who had gained weight recently. Heaton and Little Jelly Bean could not avoid it as well.

Verian always felt guilty after eating. As such, she dragged Heaton and Little Jelly Bean down with her, making them eat with her.

She felt guilty to gain weight alone but if everybody was getting fat together, it could be considered a kind of happiness.

Little Jelly Bean would always eat with Verian but Heaton would not. However, Verian would often give Heaton her leftovers as though he were a trash can.

Heaton was genetically predisposed to not really putting on weight so he never did. However, he gained a few pounds recently after eating together with the pregnant lady.

One morning, Little Jelly Bean was heard wailing while Verian was still fast asleep.

“Daddy, I don’t want to go for a run! Just go on your own!”

“Kids have to exercise!”

“Daddy, I’m not going! I’m not fat!”

Little Jelly Bean was throwing a tantrum on the floor. Immediately, Heaton carried her downstairs.

Since then, it had become a habit for the father and daughter to go for a run in the morning. Little Jelly Bean would repeat the same question every morning when they were eating breakfast.

“Daddy, can I skip running tomorrow? I think I’ve lost some weight.”

The official answer for that question was always, “You have to be persistent when it comes to running.”

In the end, Verian was the only one who put on weight. Not only did Heaton and Little Jelly Bean not gain weight, they even developed a good habit of exercising everyday.

Verian thought to herself, ‘It’s so hard to find a friend who’ll get fat together with me.’