Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 808

After Boyle carried Cherie out of the forest, Huntley and Layla greeted them with torches.

Huntley immediately asked, "Boyle, Cherie, are you guys okay?"

Boyle calmly replied, "I'm fine."

It did not take long for everyone to rush over to them.

Cherie tapped Boyle's shoulder and whispered to him, "Put me down."

She felt uncomfortable when so many people were watching her.

Boyle casually replied, "Do you not want your leg anymore?"

Cherie was speechless.

Hans said, "Boyle, do you want me to carry Cherie for a bit? You must be exhausted from your trek."

Boyle glared at him coldly without saying a word nor did he intend to put her down as he immediately carried Cherie toward the furthest tent.

Hans was a little confused as he scratched the back of his head. He said with his brows raised, "Did I say anything wrong?"

Whitney patted Han's shoulder with a smile as she said, "Oh, Hans, you must be blind then."

Huntley rubbed his chin while staring at the nearby couple with a teasing gaze. "It seems like Boyle has finally gotten what he wanted."

Whitney scoffed as she lamented, "He was so mean to me earlier. If I had stopped Cherie from wandering off earlier, he wouldn't have succeeded in getting the girl now, right?"

Huntley reached out to pat Whitney's head. "You're the best."

Whitney slapped his hand away as she said, "You're messing up my hair!"

…

Boyle sat down with Cherie in the tent.

The man took her white shoe off with his long slender arm while holding onto her ankle before placing it on his lap to examine her injuries.

Her snow white ankle was already swollen.

Boyle frowned.

Both Huntley and Whitney entered their tent.

Whitney said, "Cherie's sprained her ankle pretty badly. Huntley, grab the first aid kit."

Cherie took a glance at Boyle and noticed the extremely bitter look on his face before whispering to him, "It honestly doesn't hurt that bad. It's fine."

However, the man ignored her so all Cherie could do was to remain silent.

After a brief moment, Huntley came over with a first aid kit. Boyle rubbed some ointment on her ankle and after disinfecting it, he sprayed her ankle with some muscle relaxants and bandaged it for her.

Whitney casually leaned onto Huntley's shoulder while staring at both Boyle and Cherie. She teased, "Oh Boyle, are you and Cherie an official couple now?"

Cherie raised her head and glared at Whitney.

Although they did not know each other for long, Cherie knew Boyle was not the type to brag nor did he enjoy exposing his private life to people.

However, she did not expect Boyle to speak so casually, "Well, since you already know, why are you guys still standing there to ruin the mood for us?"

Both Huntley and Whitney were shocked.

Cherie was speechless.

Huntley immediately dragged Whitney out while saying, "Let's go. We've just disturbed their date."

Cherie blushed from being teased by them.

After both Huntley and Whitney left, only Boyle and Cherie remained in the tent.

Suddenly, Boyle inched closer to her. His warm breath was grazing against her ear and little face as he stared intensely at her while saying, "You need to explain to Hans clearly. I don’t want you to have any more interactions with him."

Cherie gulped and said, "I will. I'll tell him later."

Her heart was always racing whenever she was with Boyle.

Boyle's gaze dimmed as he stared at her intensely with a gentle gaze as the man held onto the back of her head with his huge hand. He moved her head closer to him as he pressed his lips against hers.

…

Layla walked toward the tents from the cooking station. She wanted to visit Boyle and Cherie.

However, she never expected to walk into such an intimate scene.

Layla had never seen this side of Boyle before.

It seemed like the cool and collected Boyle would also have times where he lost control.

Layla turned around and strode away from the tents.

…

After the outdoor grill session, Cherie went to look for Hans as they both sat on top of a water tank.

Cherie handed him a can of beer and said, "Here."

Hans chuckled as he took a glance at her bandaged ankle. He asked, "How's your ankle?"

"It's fine. Nothing too serious."

The fall's breeze felt cool but comfortable when it blew toward the water tank.

After hesitating for a couple of seconds, Cherie finally told Hans, "Hans, I can't accept your feelings for me. Let's call the whole thing off."

Hans did not seem too surprised as he turned around and asked, "Was it because of Boyle?"

Cherie did not lie as she nodded and said, "I'm sorry. I only agreed to try things out with you from the start because I wanted to use you to forget about Boyle. I'm sorry for not thinking the whole thing through. I'm truly sorry for all of this."

Hans opened his can of beer, tilted his head back for a gulp as he said, "It's fine. We're both willing to go through this anyway so you don't have to apologize to me."

"I'm glad you see it that way."

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Boyle already had a bitter look by the time both Cherie and Hans returned from the water tank. He was striding over to them.

Hans smiled at her and said, "Your boyfriend's here for you and I won't get in your way. I'll head back to rest now and you should rest a little earlier too."

"Alright."

Hans returned to his tent.

When Boyle walked over to her, he noticed how thinly she was wearing, so he took his jacket off and draped it over her shoulder with a bitter look.

"You're enjoying the breeze by the water tank at this hour?"

"I explained everything to him. I thought you wanted me to tell him as soon as possible?"

Boyle replied in a deep tone, "But you didn't have to explain to him with the wind blowing directly at you at this hour though."

Cherie pouted her lips while hugging his waist with her little arms. She raised her little face to look at him while blinking her eyes repeatedly in a very coquettish manner. She told him in a very unreasonable way, "You're not allowed to get mad."

"I'm not. Let's head back."

Just as Cherie was about to move, she was already being carried away by Boyle from her waist.