Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 875

Cherie did not ask because she had no reason since they were no longer a couple anyway.

However, the only thing was that when Boyle handed her the clothes, his sleeves were rolled up and she could clearly see the tattoo of a mandarin orange on his left arm. It was difficult for her not to stare at it.

It was as if that tattoo had stirred up an array of emotions in her as her heart wrenched.

She sat up in bed with the covers wrapped around her body. Her long and luscious lashes were lowered when she looked down and asked distastefully, "Why didn't you remove that tattoo? We've broken up for so long already."

Boyle lowered his gaze and stared at her before throwing the question back at her, "What about you? Why didn't you have your tattoo removed as well?"

It seemed while he was taking her clothes off, he intentionally stared at the tattoo on her back. The tattoo still looked fresh and perfect on her skin.

He had kissed her tattoo earlier.

Cherie pouted her lips and brushed off his question with a simple excuse, "I was just afraid that it might hurt."

Tattoo removals were known for their pain.

Boyle cracked a subtle grin as he reached out to pat her little head and said, "I've made a promise to someone that I won't ever have this tattoo removed even after we broke up. Well, you know that lawyers never lie. I happened to value my work ethic quite a bit."

Cherie lowered her head and pouted her lips. However, there were no drastically obvious reactions from her as she simply rebutted his statement, "You have."

"I've what?"

"You've lied. You told that person that you'd be with her forever but you broke that promise."

Boyle's throat twitched. After a long pause, he spoke in a gentle tone, "Then can you help me ask that person if I still have the chance to make it up to her?"

Cherie gently shook her head as she said, "No. No, you don't."

Boyle was not disappointed since he expected that reply from her. It seemed he would feel even worse if she would actually forgive him too easily.

He said, "Then help me tell her that it's okay and I won't give up. I can wait for her."

He never feared waiting because he had already been waiting for seven years already. Since he was able to see her every day, he had nothing to fear.

As long as she was by his side and he could watch over and take care of her, it would be enough for him.

With her messy hair obscuring her face, she secretly allowed a single tear to fall from the corner of her eyes and onto the covers.

Boyle did not force her to continue the conversation because he could not bear to do so. He simply said, "Go ahead and take your shower then."

Cherie brought her clothes into the washroom after he left and took a hot shower.

Cherie's hair was still wet when she walked downstairs because she could not find the hairdryer.

Boyle came over with a towel before she could ask for the hairdryer. He approached her from behind, reached out, and gently dried her hair.

She was just like a little puppy being cradled in his arms.

She wanted to refuse him but realized that it would be a waste of breath for her to tell him anyway since he would not listen to her.

Boyle grabbed the hairdryer after drying her hair with a towel before helping her to blow dry it.

Cherie asked with her gaze lowered, "Why didn't you place the hairdryer in the washroom?"

Boyle did not back down as he put his bowl down and stared intensely at her and said, "You're a pianist so you shouldn't be doing anything else aside from playing the piano. However, you keep wasting time on meaningless jobs. Is this your way of taking care of your own problems? You didn't even solve anything and yet, you're willing to live your life by having someone else bark orders at you?"

Cherie remained silent. He did not know whether she was speechless or just could not be bothered to argue with him.

After a brief moment and once she was done with her meal, she stood up and said. "About that, well, I owe you. Thanks."

Boyle took a look at her half-eaten food and immediately reached out to grab her wrist. He ordered her in a commanding tone, "We don't waste food here. Finish your food."

Cherie was speechless.

Cherie returned to her seat, picked up her bowl, and finished her chicken soup.

"Can I go now?"

Boyle released her.

Cherie ran upstairs after her meal and was about to change back to her former clothes.

Boyle smiled when he looked at her empty bowl and dashing silhouette.

She did well since she cleaned her bowl so thoroughly.

There were some things that could never be rushed so he had to do everything one step at a time.

Fortunately for him, they had an eternity waiting for them and he could be quite patient when it came to her.