Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 803

Boyle was discharged from the hospital after five days.

Because of how hurt Cherie felt from her last visit, she never contacted Boyle after that day.

Names of potential student candidates that were qualified to further their studies at Massachusetts in the United States were a heavily discussed topic on the school's forum. Plenty of students speculated in the discussion thread comments that the candidates were probably Layla, the chancellor's daughter, and the economy program’s top student, Boyle.

That was because they were both very attractive and excellent in every aspect.

Moreover, Layla had her connections.

Everyone in Capital City University knew about how hard Layla was crushing on Boyle, so his candidacy was very likely due to the number of good words Layla would put in regarding him to the chancellor.

Regardless, they were both excellent in their own ways even without using any connections. There was an eighty to ninety percent chance of them being qualified as candidates by default. Hence, no one was actually jealous nor were there any rumors of strings being pulled.

Cherie closed the webpage and slumped over in front of the monitor in a very depressed mood.

It seemed her first love ended before it could even begin.

Would Boyle actually further his studies in the United States with Layla?

Although she told herself to stop thinking about him, she could not help herself from doing so.

…

Cherie received a phone call from Verian after she returned to her dorm that night.

Verian was complaining about how her daughter was already all grown up and did not even bother to call home anymore.

Verian also told her, "Jelly Bean, I bought your favorite chocolates a few days ago and already sent it over. Could you go check your mail and see if you've received it yet?"

Cherie was in a very horrible mood recently since she did not even bother to collect her parcel even after it was delivered. After talking to Verian about simple things and hanging up, she went over to her mailbox to collect the chocolates Verian bought for her.

There were six chocolates packed in a small box.

The instant she opened the box back in her room, she caught her other roommates’ attention.

Mandy teased her, "Whoa, Cherie. Who sent you those chocolates? Six chocolates in a box? They’re such a heavy spender indeed."

While reading a book in bed, Joy chimed in, "It has to be one of the sports committee members from our class! Oh, do you guys know that Hans was already asking me about Cherie on the first day of school itself? It has to be him. It can’t possibly be anyone else!"

Natalie rushed down from her bed in her pajamas, picking up the box of chocolate, and said, "F*ck me! Aren't these Belgian chocolates? Man, six of these would cost more than ten thousand bucks! It'll be much better to just send you a diamond ring instead!"

Everyone's interests were piqued by what Natalie said.

"F*ck! Is he really not afraid of Cherie rejecting him for sending her such expensive chocolates?"

"Right! He'll lose so much if Cherie were to reject him after she finished eating all these chocolates!"

Cherie rolled her eyes at them as she said, "... Oh please, get all your minds out of the gutter. These are only snacks my mom bought for me.”

Mandy replied, "... Cough, cough. Oh, Cherie, your mom sure is nice to you. My mom wouldn't even buy me regular chocolates."

Natalie added, "Cherie, you wouldn't be the daughter of some wealthy family, right? How can a regular family possibly eat such expensive chocolates as snacks?"

Joy said, "Ah, that’s what it is. I knew it since the first day I met you! Wealth is literally emanating from every inch of your body!"

The corners of Cherie's mouth twitched.

"My family is but well, I mean it's fine and all but I'm not the daughter of some nobel family, mind you."

Cherie picked up three packs of chocolates and handed it over to them as she said, "Here, you guys can each have one."

Mandy was wide-eyed as she exclaimed, "Cherie, are you sure it's okay for you to give us such expensive chocolates?!"

Natalie took the chocolate away and said, "Cherie just wants to offer us a taste so why are you so reluctant to accept it? Isn't that right, Cherie?"

Cherie smiled without saying anything as she thought to herself, 'I've given away three. I'll save one for Whitney and one for myself. That’ll leave me with one more… Maybe I'll give it to Boyle.'

However, Boyle would no doubt refuse it.

Not to mention, they had already broken up with each other.

Unfortunately, it seemed they had coincidentally run into Layla and Boyle at the cafeteria.

Since Hans was paying extremely close attention to Cherie, he noticed when Cherie was staring at something for longer than three seconds.

Hans asked, "You know Boyle and Layla?"

Cherie withdrew her gaze and before she could tell him she did not, Layla was already walking over to them with her tray of food.

"Isn't that Cherie, Boyle?"

Cherie cursed in her heart, 'Who gave you the right to address me so casually?'

Hans chuckled and said, "So you guys really do know each other. Greetings, Boyle and Layla. I’m Hans and am a freshman. Cherie and I are in the same class together."

"Greetings," Layla greeted him back.

Due to how sociable Hans was, he said, "Why don't you guys join us for lunch then."

Layla replied immediately, "Sure thing."

The four of them then got themselves seated. Hans sat beside Cherie, while Layla was sitting next to Boyle.

Cherie had no mood to eat as she was fiddling with her food with her spoon.

Hans stared at her with a caring gaze and told her in a gentle voice, "You should eat more. Just look at how skinny you are. Stop playing with your food."

Cherie noticed Boyle's stare, so she frantically lowered her head and started bashfully shoving food into her mouth.

However, Hans and Cherie's interaction made Layla think about something else.

Layla glanced at them and spoke with a smile, "Oh Hans, you sure are something when it comes to controlling your girlfriend."

When Boyle heard Layla mention the word 'girlfriend', his gaze turned cold.