Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 342

It was 2 a.m. in Florence.

Verian had a pen in her hand. She tried to sign the divorce papers multiple times, but alas, she could not do it.

The terms for compensation were listed in detail in the divorce agreement; it looked like Heaton was adamant in his decision.

Perhaps she was the passive one in their relationship. However, even though Heaton had initiated the divorce, she could not comply with his request.

A divorce meant that she would no longer have Heaton with her in the many dull days ahead. It also meant that she would never be the woman by his side.

Verian wiped her tears. When she gathered enough courage, she took her phone and made a call.

It might have been late at night in Florence, but it was still morning in North City.

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Xavier, who had appeared due to the car accident, saw the incoming call from Florence. He squinted his eyes; they were cold and chilly.

Then, he rejected the call.

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Verian had stopped crying as she held the phone by her ear. However, after she heard the busy tone over the line, she could no longer keep her emotions in check. Tears welled in her eyes again before they streamed down her cheeks.

Heaton had rejected her call…

'Is he angry at me? Is he mad because I left without saying goodbye?'

Perhaps there were other reasons for that, but Verian dared not think about it.

He had decided to divorce her. Maybe he was too lazy to deal with her. Perhaps that was why he had refused to answer her call?

Even though they were to get divorced, Verian would still want to listen to his voice.

Even if she did not sign those papers, she knew that Heaton could definitely divorce her and cut all ties with her effortlessly if she were to return to North City. His family definitely had the power to do that.

Verian was also a proud person. She would never call anyone a second time if they did not want to speak to her.

However, that person was Heaton. She was willing to deceive herself; perhaps he had accidentally rejected the call. Maybe Heaton's hand slipped, or he had refused the call because it was from an unknown number.

Verian sniffled when she thought about that. Then, she decided to send a message to him.

It was a simple message; it was concise and comprehensive.

"Heaton, I'm Riana."

She sent the message. However, Heaton did not call her immediately.

Her heart sank.

He would search for her relentlessly had she left without a goodbye in the past.

It seemed like he did not want to do that any longer. He did not ask about the reason for her sudden disappearance, nor did he want to know about her whereabouts.

However, when one loved someone so much, they would think of all possible reasons to make up for it.

It was around 9 a.m in North City. Verian thought that perhaps Heaton was still asleep. She reasoned that he probably had not seen her message or heard her call.

She sat on the mat and looked at the phone. Then she waited for another ten minutes.

During those ten minutes, she felt as if she had travelled back to the year she took her college entrance exam. She remembered the moment she sat in front of the computer to check her results. It was hard to describe her anxiousness, excitement, and even disappointment. She remembered how she comforted herself during that time.

Still, Heaton did not reply to her message, nor did he call her.

She decided not to bother with her so-called dignity or pride anymore. She grabbed her phone to make another call.

While she waited for the person to answer her call, she slowed her breathing to calm herself.