Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 813

Verian picked up the call.

The man's voice sounded extremely cold and deep through the call as he merely said, "I'm home."

Verian said, "Hello, I am Cherie's mother. May I ask who you are?"

The person did not panic as he calmly replied, "Her schoolmate."

The person made no attempts to explain further. He did not seem bothered at all nor did he seem to mind that the parent might misunderstand him.

They hung up politely after that.

The more Verian thought about the whole thing, the more off it felt to her as she clutched onto Cherie's phone. She placed the phone back on Cherie's desk before stepping out of her room.

Heaton was working and replying to some emails when she entered the study.

He stopped working when he noticed Verian entering the room. He turned around to look at her as he asked, "Is Jelly Bean all settled in?"

Heaton sat her down on his lap when she walked over to him. She said, "Jelly Bean's taking a shower. Say Heaton, just what kind of a relationship do you think anyone would share to set someone as their husbands in their contact information."

"People as close as us would do that."

Just what extent did Jelly Bean and 'Husband Boyle's' relationship shared to have her set his contact information like that?

"What happened?" Heaton raised his brows slightly.

"Say, do you think Jelly Bean has started dating in university?"

Heaton denied immediately, "No way. Look at how close and often that little brat Tyler interacts with her. She hasn't matured enough yet. How could she possibly start dating when she's only been in university for a month?"

However, Heaton reacted immediately as he felt that something was off. He asked, "No wait, who did she set as her husband?"

"A male student. Or more precisely, her schoolmate."

Heaton was speechless.

Verian said, "You know, they even returned home together during this holiday or else, he would never have called her and told her that he's home."

Heaton remained silent for a couple of seconds as he could not accept such a sudden revelation.

When Verian noticed Heaton's cold expression, she frantically said, "Maybe it's all a misunderstanding. You know those kids enjoy giving nicknames to each other."

…

After Cherie got out of the bathroom, she noticed her phone which she hid underneath her covers was now placed on top of her bed frame.

It seemed like someone had moved her phone. Could it be Monty?

She frantically grabbed her phone and took a look at the call log. Lo and behold, Boyle had called her half an hour ago.

Could Monty have picked up the call for her earlier?

Then… could that mean that Monty had noticed the, 'Husband Boyle' contact info she set for him?

Cherie panicked and was stunned.

'Thud, thud, thud.'

Someone was knocking on her door.

"Are you done with your bath, Jelly Bean? I have something to ask you."

It was Heaton's voice.

Oh no, could her father be here to interrogate her now?

"Hold on a second, dad. I'm changing!"

Cherie was stunned as she stared at the call log.

After more than ten seconds, another series of knocks could be heard from outside. Heaton was rushing her again, "Are you done, Jelly Bean?"

"I'm done, I'm done!"

Heaton entered the room.

Cherie was already in bed, underneath her covers while staring at her father with a pair of huge innocent eyes.

"Is there something you need… dad? I'm actually quite exhausted from rushing home today."

She even forced a few yawns after saying that.

"Alright. I'll listen to you then. However, you'll need to put in some good words for me to your sister."

"Well of course. We're both on the same team. Oh Tyler, you're going to be my future brother-in-law, so I'd obviously help you out."

…

Cherie had spent three days rotting away at home. She was completely consumed by boredom. After Whitney returned home from the capital, both of them were having a girl-talk in the room.

Whitney was eating the freshly sliced fruits while teasing her, "You are completely hopeless. You didn't even meet Boyle once after returning home?"

"How can I be as lucky as you? You weren't bothered by anyone in the three days you were in the capital. It is so unlike my parents, especially my dad. He's so conservative in his views. He wouldn't allow me to sleep overnight there."

Whitney raised her brows and said, "Come on now, Uncle Heaton's only doing that because he cares about you. My workaholic dad only cares about work. He didn't even have time to care about me. My stepmother is even worse. She'd be the happiest when I don't come home!"

Cherie cuddled up against her plushie before slumping over on her bed in a very frustrated mood. She pouted her lips and said, "But I really want to see Boyle now."

He never replied to any of her texts nor was she brave enough to call him since she was afraid of her father walking in on her intimate moments. Harrison was also watching her like a hawk. All of those factors frustrated her immensely. It seemed she had no freedom in dating at all.

Suddenly, Cherie had an epiphany. She thought about a great idea as her eyes glimmered. She said, "I have a great idea, Whitney!"

"What... what on Earth are you planning to do? Don't you dare drag me down with you!"

"You need to help me!"

Whitney stared at her with a confused gaze as she asked, "What do you have in mind? Lay it all out now."

"I'll tell them that I'll be coming over to have fun at your place for two days."

Whitney was wide-eyed when she heard Cherie's plan. She exclaimed, "You wouldn't be planning to use me as an excuse to visit Boyle back at his village now, right? No way, if Uncle Heaton was to find out about this, he'd skin me alive! Oh my goodness, don't you do anything rash now!"

"Will you help me out or not?!"

"No way. We'd both die if Uncle Heaton finds out." Whitney stood her ground.

"One Bvlgari necklace."

The corner of Whitney's mouth twitched.

Not bad now. It seemed like she was going all out on this!