Chapter 511 Fly to London To Meet My Wife

The night before Heaton flew to London, he had to deal with some work matters in the study room when Little Jelly Bean shuffled into the room. The little girl crawled into Heaton's lap and pleaded with him. "Daddy, can you bring me with you to find Monty tomorrow morning?" Heaton chuckled. "If Little Jelly Bean wants to go find Monty, who's going to watch over Little Brother for me?" Little Jelly Bean pouted; she felt displeased. "Oh, okay then. I will stay here and take care of Little Brother for you. Daddy, you must bring Monty home." The chubby little girl urged him earnestly. Heaton lifted her, put her on the floor, and subsequently said, "I know. Go back to your room and sleep. I need to work." Little Jelly Bean nodded. She tiptoed to bring her face closer to Heaton's. "Good night, Daddy. Kiss kiss." Heaton leaned toward her and planted a kiss on his daughter's forehead. "Good night, Jelly Bean." As Little Jelly Bean had gotten what she wanted, she pranced back to her room in delight. His eyes were full of affection and gentleness when he stared at the little girl's short, adorable figure. Then he received a notification alert from his phone, and it was a WeChat message from Verian. [Heaton, are you asleep?] Heaton instantly replied. [I'm just about to work.] [Huh? It's getting late there, and you still want to continue your work? Staying up late is not good for your health.] Verian replied soon after that. Without an answer to her questions, Heaton cleverly diverted the conversation. [Which hotel in London are you staying at? Is it a good hotel?] Verian thought Heaton was concerned if she had adapted to the new environment. So, she sent her location to Heaton of the hotel. She also assured him that she was doing well in London and told him not to worry about her. Verian wanted to talk to Heaton a little while more, but the man brushed her off 'impassively'; he needed to work. Verian could only drop the subject dispiritedly; she replied to him with an 'okay.' However, it did not cross her mind that Heaton would fly to London to meet her. … In London, England. After she toured the Royal Academy of Arts, she bumped into Bodd at the school entrance again and exchanged greetings with him. As they were about to part ways, Bodd accidentally tripped, and Verian quickly held him up. "Bodd, are you okay?" Bodd's cheeks were unusually red. When she noticed that, Verian placed her hand on his forehead; it was burning hot. "You have a fever. Let me take you to the hospital." Verian hailed a taxi. However, Bodd stopped her. "Not to the hospital. I don't want to go to the hospital." "But your forehead is very warm. If you don't go to the hospital to get your body temperature back to normal, it will cause damage to your brain." "Verian, I really don't want to go to the hospital. Why don't you take me back to my place? I just want to sleep right now." As Bodd was adamant, Verian could not argue with him. "All right." 'He should be fine if he takes antipyretic medications, puts an ice pack on his forehead, and rubs his body with alcohol to reduce his high body temperature after we're back to his place,' Verian thought to herself. … After much difficulty, Verian managed to help him back to his condominium. "Come, this way." As she supported him, Verian walked into the bedroom and gently placed him on the bed. The moment Bodd laid on the bed, he rested his arm on his forehead and began to feel drowsy. "Where's your first-aid kit? Do you have a thermometer?" Bodd answered her in a daze. "It's in the kitchen cabinet." "Wait for me. I will grab a thermometer and an ice pack right away." Verian swung around and ran toward the kitchen in search of the first-aid kit. She took out an ice pack from the freezer and immediately went back into the bedroom. Bodd took his body temperature as he pressed the ice pack on his forehead. Verian was worried, so she asked, "Do you want some water? Are you hungry?" "A little." "I'll go to the kitchen to boil water and will be back to check you in a while." She went to the kitchen and plugged in the electric kettle filled with water. Then she headed back to the bedroom and checked the thermometer's readings that Bodd handed to her. "38.5, it's not that high. Let's get you some physical treatments at this moment. If your fever doesn't subside, you will need to take medications." Due to the fever, Bodd muttered in a hoarse voice. "Sorry for troubling you, Verian." She smiled at him; she thought it was natural to take care of Bodd as he was her nephew-in-law. "There's nothing to be sorry for. We're relatives." Bodd's befuddled gaze instantly cleared, and a trace of desire glistened in his eyes. His passionate and fiery gaze locked onto her, and he articulated each word. "But I've never considered you my relative, and I never thought of you as my aunt." Verian was speechless. She retracted her hand from his grip. "Bodd, this is the cold, hard truth. No matter whether you can accept this fact or not, I'm still your Little Uncle, Heaton Fudd's wife." "Verian, have you ever had any feelings for me, even just a little?" "No." Verian answered in a firm tone before she rushed out of the room toward the kitchen. Verian's mind was preoccupied as she poured hot water from the electric kettle. As she filled the cup with hot water, she accidentally splashed some hot water on her fingers, and she frowned in pain. Bodd still had a fever. Verian wanted to leave, but she was worried about Bodd alone at home. She gave him a cup of water and subsequently cooked some porridge for him. … Heaton called Verian immediately after he landed in London. However, she did not answer the phone call. He did not think much about it and went directly to the hotel where Verian stayed. Heston waited for her at the hotel lobby until late at night, but there were no signs of her. He called her several times but to no avail. His patience was running low, and he was also worried if something had happened to Verian. Just as he was about to report it to the local police, he received a call from Verian. He relaxed his furrowed brows slightly and picked up the call. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" Verian had only left Bodd's place and got into the taxi. In an apologetic tone, she said, "I didn't look at my phone the entire day. I didn't know my phone was on silent mode or that you've called me multiple times." "Where are you now?" "I'm in the taxi on the way back to the hotel." Heaton knotted his brows slightly again. "Why are you so late today?" Verian bit her lips. She did not want to tell him the truth. Hence, she simply made up a lie, "I met a new designer today. We got along well, and so..." "A male designer?" Verian stroked her neck in wonder and deliberately teased him, "Mr. Fudd, if I said it is a male designer, will you fly over immediately to watch over me?" "Try it, and you'll know." His tone was impassive, and it sent chills down her spine. 'If I were to chat with someone until late at night, he would probably break my neck.' As Verian thought of it, she shook her head vigorously. The taxi arrived at the hotel entrance, and she alighted the car with her bag slung over her shoulder. She stretched her neck to loosen her as she walked toward the hotel. After she took care of Bodd the whole night, she felt a little exhausted. As she walked toward the hotel lobby, she spotted a glimpse of a familiar, noble figure at the far corner of the lobby. "Heaton!" She was surprised, but she ran toward him and jumped onto him. Heaton was afraid she might fall, so he opened his arms wide and grabbed onto her waist swiftly. Verian looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes. "Why are you here? Why didn't you tell me that you're coming to London?" She latched onto him with both her arms around his neck. As she was too excited, she had forgotten that they were at the hotel lobby. Heaton lowered his gaze, and his eyes sparkled with joy. He teased her, "Mrs. Fudd, everyone is looking at us." As Verian turned her head to glance at their surroundings, she noticed a few hotel staff in the lobby fixed their eyes on them; perhaps they were envious of their affection for each other. Her face blushed in embarrassment, and she released her grip frantically to get down onto the floor. However, the man's hands were firmly on her waist; he had no intention to let go of her at all. "Heaton, let me down." Heaton raised his brows mischievously. "You're only shy after you jumped onto me in public? Since he had her in his arms, he might as well carry her to the hotel room.