Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 829

By the time Boyle arrived to pick Cherie up from school on his bike, she had already been waiting for more than twenty minutes as she squatted beside the flowerbed next to the school's building.

Cherie pouted her lips when Boyle cycled over to her. "What took you so long? I've been waiting for nearly thirty minutes now."

"I ran into something on the way here."

Cherie walked over to him and was carried single-handedly onto his bike.

The instant Cherie lowered her head, she noticed the little mandarin orange tattoo on his left arm when he grabbed the handle.

The woman touched it with her tender little hand and stared at Boyle as she asked, "You got a tattoo?"

"I walked by a tattoo parlor and decided to get one."

His casual made Cherie smile as she asked, "So that incident you ran into on your way here was this?"

"Yeah," Boyle casually replied.

Cherie was beaming while her heart swelled with pride as she said with her chin raised, "This was the same mandarin orange I drew."

"Yeah," Boyle calmly replied.

Cherie's heart bloomed like a flower. However, something seemed to cross her mind after that as she curiously asked, "What if we broke up in the future? Would you remove this tattoo?"

Boyle was speechless as he frowned hard before exclaiming, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Someone happened to be pouting her lips as she said, "A lifetime is such a long time and I have no idea if we’ll actually end up together for so long. However, if we actually broke up in the future, could you not remove this tattoo?"

Boyle lowered his head and cracked a smile while glancing at her. "You’re so unreasonable."

"Wouldn't it be better if you just don't tell your future girlfriend this tattoo is related to your ex?"

Yes, she was definitely unreasonable.

While chuckling, Boyle curiously asked, "Well, you won't know even if I have this tattoo removed then since we've already broken up so why are you so persistent about it?"

Someone was acting very unreasonably then as she exclaimed, "I don't care! I don't care!"

Boyle agreed in his heart, 'Sure. I'll do what you say.'

Boyle's expression gradually turned bitter when he thought about breaking up with her in the future. "What if I marry you in the future and actually start a family with you. What should I do about this tattoo then?"

Cherie replied, "Fine, marry me then. That way, you won't have to remove it."

Boyle was stunned at how confident she sounded in her reply. He was beaming at her from his heart.

He had decided to reserve the position of Madam Lawson for her.

When he cycled past a convenience store, the little brat was mumbling about wanting to eat ice cream.

Boyle stopped his bike and bought an ice cream for her.

Boyle would occasionally lower his head to look at the little girl that was enjoying her ice cream on their way back. His empty heart felt full at that moment.

Cherie would bring the ice cream to his face every once in a while but Boyle refused to eat it.

Someone started to frown and complained, "Wow, someone thinks I’m filthy."

When she withdrew her hand, Boyle suddenly reached out to grab her little hand before lowering his head and taking a bite out of her ice cream.

She was incredibly happy and wanted to cross the line even further as she said, "Boyle, I got handed a whole bunch of assignments from my Advanced Mathematics class today. Can you do my homework for me?"

Boyle replied, "... Cherie."

"Yeah?"

"I have my limits."

Cherie raised her little hand and covered his mouth as she said, "No. No, you don't."

Boyle was speechless.

How unreasonable.

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Cherie invited Whitney to a tattoo parlor on a random day.

Whitney rubbed her chin while advising her, "What would you do if your parents found out about you actually getting a tattoo?"

Cherie glared at her and said, "I'm not that stupid. I'm getting the back of my shoulder tattooed, okay."

Whitney gave her a thumbs up and said, "Great idea. However, what are you going to get?"

"Just a couple of words."

Cherie decided to get a tattoo of the words 'Loving Boyle.'

The words would be connected into a flower pattern and would look really good on her fair-skinned back.

Heaton had a business trip in the capital when her final exams were approaching. He decided to visit his daughter at her university.

Cherie waved and ran toward him when he appeared at the academic block’s ground floor. She called out to Heaton, "Handsome Fudd!"

Cherie immediately hugged Heaton's neck when she ran over to him.

Because there were many people walking around the academic block and Heaton was a handsome specimen, it did not take long for them to draw plenty of attention toward them.

Heaton frowned while staring at his daughter. He reached out to pat her back and spoke in a distasteful tone, "How old are you already? How can you still behave like a three-year-old by pouncing on me the moment you notice me?"

Heaton pulled Cherie off him.

Cherie obediently replied with an ‘oh’ before hugging her father's arm while they cheerfully walked toward the parking lot downstairs.

Someone actually took a picture of them and posted it on the school's forum.

Rumors of Cherie from the English program being a sugar baby spread like wildfire.

It seemed that someone was intentionally trying to defame her on the forums since it took less than three days for plenty of people to condemn her.

The hate got so bad that even while she was walking to school, people would roll their eyes and insult her.

Cherie was completely unbothered by all of it. However, girls that were walking by her in the lecture hall continued to talk about her.

"She's that sugar baby from the English program, Cherie Fudd. Man, look at how innocent she looks. I can't believe she's such a slut."

"You know, her boyfriend is Boyle and yet she's a sugar baby. Man, he even brought her to school and eats with her every day."

"No way, Boyle is that carefree? He didn't break up with her even after being cheated on in broad daylight?"

"Hmph, a scummy couple sure belongs together!"

Cherie clenched her fist and took out the books from her bag before furiously throwing them onto the table.

The woman behind her continued, "I heard that Boyle is actually really poor! Maybe she prostituted herself to make money for him."

They were making more absurdly insulting remarks.

Suddenly, Cherie stood up.

The lecturer that was giving a lecture was stunned as he asked, "Why are you standing up?"

Cherie walked down the lecture hall confidently while everyone stared at her.