Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 890

The man was Boyle.

Tyler’s eyes narrowed upon seeing Boyle. “Why is he here?”

Cherie averted her eyes from Boyle.

Boyle was standing in front of her and his eyes were flaring. However, he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

He tried to avoid bursting out at her.

His throat bobbed and he stared at her intently. With an impassive voice, he asked, “Is racing fun?”

Tyler pulled Jelly Bean toward his back to protect her and looked right into Boyle’s eyes.

Although Tyler always fooled around with others, he would never back down at crucial times.

His manly behavior was passed down from generation to generation. He was daring and courageous in accepting the consequences of his actions. He was unafraid to provoke others when he needed to do so.

“I’m the one who brought Jelly Bean here for racing. Does this have anything to do with you?”

Boyle’s gaze was glued on Cherie the whole time. He did not even bother to take a glance at Tyler.

His eyes were fixated on Cherie even when he was answering Tyler. His voice was clear but indifferent. “As long as she does dangerous things that may possibly hurt herself, it’ll be my business and I’ll have to intervene.”

Tyler raised his brows and reminded him impatiently, “Boyle, did you forget that you and Cherie had broken up long ago?”

“There was no breakup between the two of us.”

We only lost a child.

Boyle shifted his gaze and stared right into Tyler’s eyes.

His gaze was valiant and intimidating.

Tyler huffed coldly. “You just act whatever you feel like. Do you think Jelly Bean is a doll whom you can just throw away when you don’t want her anymore? Let me tell you, Boyle. Now that I’m here, don’t ever think of bullying Jelly Bean anymore!”

Tyler threw a punch at Boyle’s face.

However, he was unable to do so as Boyle clasped and stopped his fist abruptly in the air.

Their fuming eyes were locked onto each other and the atmosphere was increasingly tense.

Cherie impassively said while donning a stony expression on her face, “Find other places to fight if you two want to.”

She then headed toward the car. Before getting into the car, she turned toward Tyler and asked, “Tyler, why are you standing there? Aren’t you leaving?”

Tyler smirked at Boyle and flung his hand. As he walked past him, he patted his shoulder intentionally.

“You’re just an ex-boyfriend after all. You should know your place.”

Tyler walked toward Cherie and rested his hand around his waist. Subsequently, he lowered his head and planted a light, polite kiss on her cheeks.

Cherie was startled by his sudden act and looked at him with her brows furrowed.

Tyler was exceedingly provocative toward Boyle. He took a helmet and opened the car door for Cherie. “Goddess, please.”

Cherie rolled her eyes at him.

Tyler had always been fooling around with her since they were young. She understood his character and temperament well hence, she was immune and totally unsurprised by his antics and actions.

This scene, however, was entirely captured by Boyle’s keen eyes.

He clenched his fists in anger.

He could feel his temples throbbing uncontrollably.

He reached his limit.

Just as Cherie wanted to get into the car, Boyle strode toward her and lifted her up to carry her onto his shoulders before heading toward his black Maybach.

Cherie struggled to free herself from his grip. “Boyle, what are you doing?”

“Racing is dangerous. We can go down the hill and fight however you want. Nonetheless, before that, you have to live.”

“...”

Tyler turned around, wanting to get even with Boyle for hurting Cherie. However, Boyle’s bodyguards immediately blocked his way.

Boyle placed Cherie in the backseat and subsequently got into the car.

Boyle and Cherie arrived at Greentown Condominium a few hours later.

Boyle grabbed her wrist and hauled her out of the car.

Cherie wanted to run away from him but he pulled her back, lifted her and carried her on his shoulder again.

With her head facing the ground, Cherie felt extremely uncomfortable.

She tightened her fist to punch Boyle’s back as hard as she could while kicking her legs in the air.

However, the man seemed to be unaffected by the endless hits.

He carried her back home and after entering the house, he headed right toward the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.

Cherie crawled off the bed, attempting to leave the house immediately.

Suddenly, Boyle threw himself at her and pinned both her hands above her head. With one of his knees on the bed, his gaze was cold and fierce as he stared at Cherie who was lying beneath him.

“Cherie, you better don’t challenge my limits.”

She sneered, “You’re finally showing your true self? You said that I just have to enjoy your kindness toward me. It’s all just a lie, right? Boyle, I don’t want to enjoy your kindness. Similarly, you don’t have the right to limit my freedom and control me on where I should go, whom I should meet and things I should do.”

Boyle tightened this grip on her wrists and his great force nearly crushed her bones into pieces.

His eyes were flaring with anger and jealousy.

He could never be calm whenever he was with her. “Cherie, I can treat you well and there is no limit to that. However, you have to first cherish your life.”

Cherie stared straight at him and said, “I like car racing.”

Boyle felt like rage nearly consumed him. However, he swallowed down his frustration. He gritted his teeth and his eyes were vicious.

“I don’t mind keeping you by my side and you can never leave my sight if you do something dangerous again. Cherie, you can try it if you dare.”

Cherie snorted. “Do you think you have the time to control me? President Boyle, you have your own business and you have to fly all over the world. Aren’t you afraid that your company will go bankrupt if you were to stay here to keep your eyes on me?”

“I don’t mind doing so. I’m more than willing to waste my time on you. If you dare to try, go ahead then.”