Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 861

Cherie hung out with Whitney for the entire day. The day ended with Cherie getting into Whitney's BMW as Whitney drove her to a creak just to enjoy the breeze.

It was already past 8pm by the time they arrived at the creak. The creak was dark when nightfall came.

The night sky was brightly lit by an ocean of stars while the moon was brightly reflected on the creak.

A gust of refreshing and cold breeze blew the moment they got out of the car. Cherie walked over to the creak and did some stretches while exhaling.

Whitney opened up the trunk and took out a dozen beers as she said, "Look at the good stuff I've brought, Cherie!"

Cherie turned around and looked back at her. Her eyes glimmered as she said, "How are we going to drive back if we’re both drunk?"

"We'll just call for someone to drive us back then."

Whitney carried the beer with her and walked over to the creak. They sat down on a huge rock while they drank.

They both grabbed a bottle and uncapped them. A loud and crisp 'hiss' could be heard.

"Hey! Cheers!"

Cherie was a lightweight. However, unlike when she was little, she was now willing to drink beer so she could somewhat handle her drinks.

On the other hand, Whitney was not considered a lightweight although her alcohol tolerance was not exactly high either. She was just about average.

Both women sat on a rock and were having a blast as they talked and drank beer.

After they got some alcohol into their systems, they were starting to feel bold as they started to branch into more extreme discussion topics.

Whitney grabbed Cherie's arm and asked with a smile, "Say, Cherie, answer me honestly. Do you still like Boyle?"

"I want to stop liking him," Cherie replied with a forced smile.

"You want to stop liking him? That means you still like him then, right?"

Cherie got up and forcefully threw her empty bottle into the creak.

A beautiful splash could be seen after that.

She shouted out to the seemingly endless creak, "I’ll never like Boyle Lawson ever again!"

Whitney cracked a huge smile and said, "Now we're talking, girl! An ex is in the past, so letting go of that past allows us to embrace new people in the future. I’ll get you someone even more attractive and handsome than him!"

After that, Whitney got up as well and started yelling at the creak, "Someone a hundred—No, a thousand times better than Boyle Lawson!"

Cherie grabbed the creak's barrier and yelled, "Boyle Lawson! I hate you! Please die!"

Whitney yelled with Cherie, "Boyle Lawson, you're a real bastard! You’re blind!"

As they both vented, Cherie started bursting out laughing. She laughed really hard and seemed quite relaxed.

Whitney turned around and looked at Cherie before hugging her as she said, "Welcome home, Cherie."

"I missed you guys dearly too in the last couple of years. I really wanted to call you guys but if I did, I didn’t even know what I would have said."

Whitney replied as her heart wrenched. "I know, I really do. You're home now and no longer alone anymore. You’ll never be alone anymore."

"Thank you, Whitney, for still being willing to be my friend."

Whitney teared up as she said, "Oh, you idiot. We're best friends for life."

…

Cherie went out drinking with Whitney last night and by the time she returned home, it was already past 11pm.

It was already one in the morning when she was done with her shower and dawdling about.

She woke up later than usual the next morning. It was already late noon when she was woken up by her assistant, Wendy.

"Hey, Wendy, what's up?"

Wendy replied, "Cherie, there's a charity dinner event this Friday night. The organizer wants to invite you and maybe have you play the piano for them. I’ve already agreed to their invitation for you. Is the time alright with you?"

Cherie said, "Ugh, you already agreed to have me attend their event anyway. Can I even say no now?"

Harrison ran over and the moment he noticed the car keys, he complained, "Dad, are you really going to let someone with a horrible sense of direction drive a brand new car? Dad, do you actually think this is fair?"

Heaton rolled his eyes at his son as he said, "There's GPS now so how can your sister still get lost?"

Cherie was speechless.

She might actually still get lost even with the help of a GPS. Not to mention, her driving skills were absolutely horrendous.

Harrison raised his brows and said, "Hey dad, can I borrow that white Maserati in your garage for a few days?"

Heaton rolled his eyes and took out a set of keys from his safe before throwing it at Harrison. He told him sternly, "Be very careful with it. I love that car and if I find any dents or scratches, I want you to fix them before returning the car to me."

Harrison intentionally teased his father, "How unfair. Those cars are pretty much on par with each other. Why can my sister drive one out so casually while I have so many restrictions?"

Cherie said, "Oh, that's right. Dad, I need to attend a charity dinner event today. It's work-related. Are you going to be there too, dad?"

Heaton replied, "Those charity dinner events are very pointless to me. They’re more suitable for you youngsters to attend and make friends at. I won’t be going."

Harrison replied, "Dad’s just afraid mom might punish him."

Heaton was speechless.

Him? Being afraid? Oh, he had no idea that it was he who bullied Verian the most.

…

When Cherie drove her way to the Green State building, she did not want to drive several levels down to the basement since she would forget where she had parked and not be able to find her car.

Fortunately for her, there was an open parking spot at the Green State building. Because of that, she immediately drove into the parking spot.

Just as she was struggling to reverse into it, a luxurious-looking Bentley took the spot instead. The car was waiting for Cherie to finally move back enough to allow enough room for the Bentley to drive up right beside her.

Calum noticed the red Porsche 911 was struggling to park where the black Bentley was. He raised his brows and asked Boyle in the backseat, "I think there's a female driver in front of us, boss. Why don't we help her out?"

Boyle simply replied, "Sure."