Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 795

Boyle’s tone was full of coldness. He intended to make things difficult for Cherie.

However, Cherie blushed upon hearing his words.

She clasped onto his shirt and tiptoed to plant a kiss on his handsome lower jaw with her soft lips.

The light kiss was sufficient enough to prove her deep affection toward him.

“Is-Is this enough?”

She did not have the courage to go further. No matter how shameless she was, she was still a girl with dignity.

However, Boyle grabbed her arms and raised her arms up above her head. He pressed her against the wooden book rack, his gaze piercing as if he was staring at the prey in his embrace.

“Do you know what ‘like’ means for adults?”

“...”

The man lowered his head and kissed her.

Cherie was shocked and subconsciously struggled to escape. However, the man was too overbearing and strong. He responded by kissing her even deeper.

Her lips were hot and painful. She felt like she was unable to breathe through the kiss.

Not far away, Layla witnessed the scene and the books in her hand fell onto the floor as it went limp.

Thud!

Layla was shocked and felt at a loss for words. She wanted to confirm whether the man was Boyle.

“Boyle…?”

Boyle was stunned.

Cherie blushed in embarrassment. As Boyle released her from his grip, she pushed him away and ran helter-skelter without turning back to look at them.

As Boyle turned around to face Layla, the revelation in her eyes magnified.

“Boyle, you…”

Ignoring Layla, Boyle crouched to pick up the books that were scattered onto the floor, along with a bracelet Cherie left behind.

…

Cherie ran into the washroom and tried to regain her composure.

Her lips were chapped and she could feel the pain emitting from them.

Her mind was in a complete mess.

The only thing she knew that was real was the warmth and pain on her lips.

Boyle was so ferocious just now. He looked as if he wanted to gobble her. She was shocked at being treated so roughly by him.

Squatting in one of the cubicles, she hugged herself in silence for a very long time.

Boyle’s sharp questioning kept ringing in her ears.

“How long will you like me? One month? Or three months perhaps?”

“Prove your love to me.”

“Do you know what ‘like’ means for adults?”

Boyle’s words were pulverizing every possibility between them.

She just liked him for who he was. Was it wrong to have feelings for him?

…

Boyle and Layla walked out of the library together.

Layla remained silent for some time before gathering her courage to ask him. “Boyle, why did you do that to Cherie in the library just now? How can you…”

“Do I look like a jerk?”

Layla was temporarily stunned as she did not expect Boyle to ask her that question. She was puzzled at why he was asking that.

Layla took a deep breath and asked, “Boyle, do you like Cherie?”

Cherie was gloomy and just wanted to get drunk to forget all the sorrows she had. “Are you looking down on us?”

Immediately, Cherie fished out a few hundred dollar notes from her bag and slammed it on the table.

As they did not heed his advice, the bartender did not refuse them further. Indeed, girls who came to the bar at such a young age either wanted to be drunk or were looking for men. Cherie and Whitney looked like they were having a bad day and wanted to be drunk.

Within half an hour, Cherie and Whitney had drunk countless glasses of cocktails. The alcohol content was rather high and as these two girls had very low alcohol tolerance, they were soon spouting nonsense and clinging to each other shoulder-to-shoulder.

Whitney had numerous hiccups before she ranted, “Boyle is a bastard! Cher! Don’t like him anymore! He just has a handsome face! I’ll introduce you to an even greater man later on!”

Cherie’s face was already flushed from overdrinking. She already felt dizzy and her face was hot. “I don’t care about him at all! The person who likes him is a pig head!”

Whitney laughed loudly and pointed at Cherie. “You lied to me, Cher! If you really mean that, call Boyle now! Tell him you hate him and won’t like him anymore! I’ll believe you if you do so!”

Alcohol gave her the courage to accept Whitney’s challenge and she derisively rebutted Whitney, “Why not? I’m not scared! I’ll call him right now! I’m not afraid of anyone!”

She grabbed her phone and dialed Boyle’s number.

The phone rang for a very long time but no one answered. She gradually regained some consciousness and drowned in her sorrows yet again.

Cherie stared drearily toward Whitney. “He isn’t picking up the phone. Whitney, am I so despicable and hateful? He stayed away from me and emphasized the differences between us. Now, he doesn’t even want to pick up my phone call… Sob, sob…”

Whitney hugged her and gently patted her back. “That Boyle… Curse him! How dare he hurt our little Cher’s feelings! W-we…. don’t ever need to care about him anymore!”

…

Meanwhile, Boyle just showered and was preparing to switch on his computer to work. As he was rebooting his computer, he took a glimpse at his phone.

There was a missed call notification when his cell phone screen lit up.

…

Cherie and Whitney were happily drunk. Cherie’s phone rang for some time before she realized it. Her vision was blurred as she stared at her phone. It was from Boyle.

She grabbed her phone and showed it to Whitney. “Hehe… Boyle called! I’ll tell him that… I, Cherie, will no longer like him!”

“Good! My bestie, I’ll support you!”