Chapter 512 My Finger Is In Pain, Blow It For Me

Verian latched onto Heaton like a baby kangaroo. He carried her into the hotel room. As they entered the room, Verian's face, which she had buried into Heaton's embrace, burned crazily in embarrassment. She tightened her fist and punched Heaton's chest lightly. "Why didn't you tell me before coming here? Are you here to do a sudden check up on me?" Verian glared at him, but there was affection in her gaze. Heaton hugged her tighter in his embrace. As he stared at her intently, he explained, "Rather than saying that I miss you on the phone, I prefer taking action to prove to you that I did miss you." Verian's face blushed even more. Heaton's sweet-talk could always tug at her heartstrings. With her arms around his neck, she kissed his thin lips uncontrollably. "I miss you too…" Verian's sweet, soft voice darkened Heaton's gaze. His piled up emotions for her in the past few days surged crazily. Then he pushed her against the wall and kissed her back passionately. He shoved Verian onto the wall and kept his strong hands on her hips; she was taller than him in that position. It made their kiss even more natural, deeper, and passionate. Heaton stripped her dress off… … An hour later, the large bed in the president deluxe suite was in big a mess. There was a pair of overturned light-colored flats and a pair of black leather shoes on the floor next to the bed. The night sky outside was quiet and serene. With her woman in his embrace, Heaton laid on the bed with his eyes closed. His complexion looked peaceful and satisfied. Even though Verian was a little tired from the 'exercise', she did not feel sleepy and had many questions in mind that she wanted to ask him. Verian gazed at Heaton's clean and handsome chin. She stretched her hand and caressed his elegant face. "Why are you suddenly here? Are you really here to check up on me?" Heaton opened his eyes gradually and stared at her smooth, rosy complexion. He smiled and said in a raspy voice, "Seems like Mrs. Fudd have some hidden secrets?" Verian huffed. "I'm not afraid of a spot check, of course. But I should be the one checking on you. There are plenty of women in North City who are fond of you. Did you take advantage of my absence and secretly find someone else?" "Why am I not aware that there are plenty of women who like me?" Women like Nancy and Lain probably had not given up their feelings for him. She should be vigilant against them, right? Verian rolled her eyes at him. "Mr. Fudd, you don't even know that you emit charisma everywhere you go. Please retain your soaring, radiant charm from other women. Otherwise, you will break other girls' hearts." Heaton chuckled. As he stretched his hand to hold her right hand, he accidentally brushed his skin against Verian's scalded finger. She frowned and hissed in pain. Heaton creased his brows. "What happened to your finger?" Verian wanted to retract her hand, but it was too late. Heaton gripped her hand firmly and started to check on her injury. The man's furrow deepened. "How did you hurt yourself?" "When I was having lunch, I accidentally splashed some boiling soup on my finger. I'll be fine." "You're not lying to me, are you?" Heaton stared at her intently as if his gaze could pierce through her lies. His eyes were overly sharp, and Verian was no match for him. She hesitated for a moment, and in the end, she decided to spill the truth. "Fine, then. I'll tell you the truth so that you won't think that I have some hidden thoughts in mind after discovering that I lied to you. But you must promise me that you won't be angry after I told you the truth." They had married, and she was his wife. She was clear of her status, and besides, she had never had any feelings for Bodd. Heaton did not utter a word. His gaze was fixed on her as he waited for her to tell him everything. Verian bit her lips in hesitation, and as she explained it to him, she scrutinized his facial expressions and reactions. "I bumped into Bodd this afternoon. He came to England for his studies too, and you should know that. He had a high fever, and I can't leave him alone as he doesn't have any relatives or friends here. Putting friendship aside, I'm your wife now, and you're his Little Uncle. With that relationship, I'm considered as his relative too." Heaton asked patiently, "So you sent him to the hospital?" Verian shook her head. "I wanted to send him to the hospital, but Bodd refused to go. Hence, I had to send him back to his place. I boiled some drinking water and cooked porridge for him, and that's how I scalded my finger." When she was done with her explanation, Verian looked like a child who had done something wrong. She glanced at him anxiously and continued, "But other than sending him back to his place, boiling water and cooking porridge for him, I did nothing else." Heaton gazed at her momentarily and subsequently touched her hand. He remained silent and did not say a word to her. Instead, he leaned his body toward the bedside cabinet and used the landline phone to call the reception desk. Then he made a request with his fluent English. "Please send a first-aid kit to Room 911. Thank you." Within three minutes, they heard the doorbell rang, and Heaton casually put on a bathrobe before he opened the door to get the first-kid kit from the hotel staff. He returned to her and sat on the bed. He put Verian's hand on his and helped her to dress the injury. Her wound was not severe, but it might blister tomorrow. He dressed her wound silently, so Verian became anxious. "Heaton, are you angry at me?" Heaton lifted his gaze and glanced at her. She could not grasp anything from his expressionless eyes. He casually asked, "If I were to get angry at you, will you not bother about Bodd if something similar happens again? Can you do that?" "I…" Verian hesitated for two seconds and continued, "If you don't want me to do that, I won't do it. If I were to encounter a similar situation again, I would call you, and you could send someone to take care of him." Heaton grabbed her wrist abruptly and pulled her into an embrace. The man stroked her hair gently and kissed on her temples. In a deep voice, he said, "I believe in you. I'm more than grateful for you taking care of a sick family. How would I be angry at you?" Verian quirked her mouth in relief. "That's great." "My finger is in pain. Blow on it." The woman coquettishly stretched her hand toward his thin lips. What could Heaton do? She was his wife, and no one but him had to pamper her. He held her fair, tender hand and gently blew on her wound. Verian snuggled in his embrace and hugged his waist tightly. Her eyes were full of affection. "Heaton, let's plan our wedding after we're home." After her postpartum period, Heaton had accompanied her on her nightly jogs. Since she arrived in London, she did not have much appetite and did not eat as much as she would when she was home. Due to that, she had lost a few pounds; she should not have a problem with her wedding dress. Heaton did not take it to heart as he figured that it would be a long time until she was back from London. So, he agreed to it as he gently rubbed the ring on her finger. When Verian noticed that he was not excited about it at all, she asked, "Do you not want to marry me anymore?" "Since when did I say that I don't want to marry you?" "Why is your reaction so cold then?" Heaton stared at her and laughed. "By the time you're back from London, it will be next year." Verian casually dropped the bomb. "Who said that I'm only going back next year? I will follow you back to North City in a few days."