Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 883

It did not take long for them to arrive at Greentown Condominium.

After Cherie parked the car, she unbuckled the seatbelts, turned around and looked at Boyle.

His eyes were closed and he seemed to be completely asleep.

Cherie called out to him, "Boyle?"

The man did not wake up.

Cherie inched over to him and said, "Boyle, you're home."

It was only then did Boyle open his eyes. He seemed to be in a slight drunken stupor as he stared out the window with a slight daze. He said, "We're home?"

"Yeah, we're home."

Boyle said, "I think I'm a little drunk. Help me up there if you don't mind."

Although he asked if she would mind helping him up there, it seemed like Boyle did not even give her the chance to refuse him.

The instant they got out of the car, Boyle slumped over as if he had completely lost all of his strength and fell on top of Cherie's shoulder.

They waddled their way upstairs.

Cherie realized he was actually drunk, so she held onto his arm and supported his waist as they walked toward the elevators.

He was able to feel the warmth from her palms through his shirt.

Boyle rested his face on her shoulder and the instant he opened his eyes, he was able to get a clear look of the side of her face.

Cherie carried him all the way into the elevator and upstairs to the entrance of his apartment.

Cherie turned around and told him, "Enter your pin."

Boyle nuzzled up against her nape and spoke in a drunken slur as if he was completely unaware of what was happening, "Pin? I forgot my pin."

Cherie stared into the ceiling and wondered just how could the usually calm and collected Boyle would act no different than any regular men out there after just a few drinks.

How could he forget what his own pin was? Why did he not forget the pin to his bank cards then?

Cherie entered the string of numbers she remembered from her memories as an attempt to enter his home.

Boyle stared intensely at her in secret as she entered the string of correct numbers.

After Cherie finished entering the numbers, the door clicked open.

Cherie was stunned while still carrying Boyle by her shoulders.

She had once again returned to the same spot she left seven years ago.

It seemed those sweet and cruel memories started flooding back in her head just by standing at the door.

She had spent countless amazing nights here and had eaten the world's most delicious lasagna here. She had also fallen in love with the man she once thought was the best.

She was starting to tear up.

Cherie took a deep breath and entered the house while carrying Boyle.

Boyle reached out behind him and shut the door.

When the door closed, they entered a world that belonged to them without the intrusion of anyone else.

Cherie carried him over to the couch. Although Boyle had quite the slender figure, his height difference made him quite heavy for Cherie to move. When Cherie was placing him down on the couch, Boyle did not let go of her waist which caused her to fall onto Boyle's chest. Both of them had fallen on top of the soft couch cushion.

Cherie was laying on top of his chest. However, Boyle seemed completely unresponsive as he reached out with both arms and seemed to be hugging her like a pillow before pulling her into his arms.

She was lying extremely close to his chest.

Her ears were pressed against his chest and she could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.

Cherie was speechless.

It seemed the entire world had gone silent and all she could hear was his labored breathing and heartbeat.

"Boyle?"

The man was unresponsive.

Cherie pushed against his chest and wanted to crawl out of his arms but she was being cuddled back into his embrace again.

Boyle held the back of her head with one hand while the other was holding onto her waist before lowering his head and kissing her lips.

After he was done kissing, he asked her with a slightly hoarse voice, "Is this enough to cheer you up?"

Cherie was wide-eyed as she instinctively glanced toward the customers in the convenience store before hastily making her escape.

Boyle rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb and took a glance at her leaving back. He was smiling warmly through his gaze.

It did not take much effort for him to catch up to her as he immediately hugged her from behind before the duo returned upstairs while they embraced each other.

She asked, "Are those documents more important than me?"

Boyle held onto the back of her neck and said, "They're not but how can I pay for your living if I don't work?"

She was beaming with joy as she hugged his neck with her little arms and rewarded him with a kiss.

Boyle hugged her in his arms and kissed her for a really long time after that.

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Those sweet and strong memories seemed to be overwhelmingly flooding her mind.

Cherie walked over to the couch, lowered her gaze and looked at Boyle.

This was the first time in seven years she observed Boyle with such a close distance.

Everything from his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his lips and his face seemed as if they were all carefully sculpted. He looked incredibly attractive.

He seemed to be frowning slightly while he slept.

Cherie reached out and gently ran her fingers across the man's brows.

However, just as she was about to stop, the man grabbed her wrist.

Boyle pulled her into his arms, flipped over and was now lying on top of her before kissing her lips.

It was difficult for him to hold back since he had been doing so for a really long time now.

He did not wish to let go of such an opportunity when he finally got the chance to do so.