Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 908

Ten Miles Hall had organized a masquerade ball during the weekend.

Amongst the bright lights were people with masks. They were all looking for a dance partner.

Rather than calling it a masquerade ball, a grand social event with some dancing seemed to be more fitting.

When Cherie entered the hall while hugging Harrison's arm, they caught the attention of a lot of people even though the siblings were only wearing half a mask. Their appearance still looked absolutely stunning. They would stand out tremendously even by simply walking through the crowd.

Cherie was wearing a red dress. It had a V-neck with a sleeveless design. Only people with an incredible body could wear that.

The dress was made with high-grade silk and expensive red dye. It was sewn in a very tight fit thus, showing off the woman's slender and amazing body.

Her perky breasts, seductively intricate looking clavicles, her snow white back and her slender waist were all exposed.

The tail ends of the dress reached her ankles and whenever she walked, her slender ankles could be seen through the tail ends of her dress.

She looked incredibly attractive.

Boyle noticed the familiar looking silhouette while he was standing at a corner. His eyes trembled underneath his chrome blue half-mask.

The woman was standing underneath the lights nearby. Her long flowing hair was draped across her shoulders. She was wearing a black butterfly mask on her face. There were shards of diamonds on the mask. Her luscious red lips could be seen under her mask. She looked absolutely stunning when the red dress showed off her snow white skin. It almost seemed like she was glowing.

His Cherie looked incredibly attractive.

Plenty of men swarmed her as they were trying to invite her for a dance.

However, she was just standing there, completely cold and unresponsive. She was ignoring all of them.

Those people were completely unimportant to her.

Harrison said while hugging Cherie's arm, "Hey sis, since we're already here, should we go for a dance?"

Cherie glared at him as she asked, "Do you even know how to dance?"

"Oh please, how can I not know? It's only a tango and I've seen it in my university's social events before."

Cherie turned around and smiled at him as she said, "Oh, don't you scream if I step on your foot later, alright?"

The corner of Harrison's mouth twitched as he glanced downward to see her thin pair of high heels. He seemed to be in a daze.

"Please have mercy, sis!"

"I'll do my best."

The fast paced song of the tango dance began to play in the hall.

When Harrison took a step forward, Cherie took a step forward as well in her high heels. A crisp crack could be heard when she stepped on Harrison's foot.

"Hiss…"

Harrison gritted his teeth and squealed in pain underneath his mask.

"Can you be a little more gentle, sis?!"

Cherie complained with a frown, "Do you even know how to dance!"

"How could I not know how to dance! You're just trying to find an excuse to step on my foot!"

Another couple in their respective masks came over and were dancing next to them.

Harrison did not notice the couple as he was busy complaining, "Look at how well other people are dancing."

Cherie snapped back, "Yeah, that's because the person is a woman!"

Just as they were doing a spin, Cherie's body was flung outward. However, a huge hand suddenly grabbed her arm and immediately pulled her back into his chest.

She stumbled into a man's chest.

Both pairs of eyes met underneath their masks.

One was completely startled while the other seemed warm and caring.

The man hugged her soft back, bent over and whispered a praise into her ear, "You look beautiful today."

It was Boyle's voice.

Cherie was stunned as she reached out and wanted to push him away. However, Boyle was holding her down with both his huge hands as he whispered to her in a soft deep voice, "If you push me away in public, it'll be extremely humiliating for me."

Cherie was speechless.

"Let's at least finish the dance, okay?"

Cherie was speechless.

Boyle seemed to be teasing her by feeling her up throughout the entire tango dance. Whenever Cherie seemed uncooperative, he would lift her up and give her a spin.

The man carried her by her waist, lifted her high up above his head and gave her a spin while they tangoed.

However, the spin seemed to happen way too frequently.

She felt dizzy from that.

The tango was finally over as Cherie immediately slipped away from Boyle's arm before hastily leaving the ball.

Boyle smiled and went after her.

Cherie took off her butterfly mask when she exited the hall.

He was staring at the cell phone she carelessly left behind by the fountain.

It seemed she still had the tendency to misplace things.

Boyle bent over and picked up the cell phone.

The man smiled wider as he stared at her phone.

Boyle had no intentions to return her phone immediately.

He was not in any hurry to return it to her as he wanted to wait for her to show up at his door on her own.

…

He returned to his villa by Lake Street.

Boyle fished out her phone and started toying with it.

It was a four digit pin. Without even thinking, he knew it was none other than her birthday.

He entered the pin. Lo and behold, her phone unlocked.

He had no intentions to invade her privacy. However, he felt entitled to look through her phone as her future husband.

Boyle was not that scummy to have looked through any of her unimportant stuff.

He was quite serious about getting a better understanding about her daily life.

Thus, her gallery should provide him with enough information about it.

Although she no longer had the habit of updating her posts in the last few years, she would still take pictures on her phone.

Boyle clicked on the gallery and skimmed through it.

His gaze landed on the pitch black thumbnail of a video recording.

Boyle raised his brows and played the video.

The video showed that she was in a pitch black room. The lights were not switched on in the room.

A familiar depressed little face could be seen in the video. She was talking into the camera…

"Today is the 367th day of my break up with him. The weather is horrible and we've broken up for a year now. I think I still kind of miss him…"

"Today is the 387th day of my break up with him…"

"Today is the 390th day of my break up with him…"