Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 917

The street lights shone through the windows and into the darkened room.

After hesitating for quite some time, Boyle took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

Click.

The door was pushed open.

He entered the bedroom and resting on top of his large bed, there was a bulge underneath the blanket.

Boyle stared at the bulge and his heart was prancing around in his chest from anticipation.

His gaze was full of excitement.

She really took the initiative to come and find him.

Boyle walked toward the bed and cautiously sat by the bedside. He thought she had fallen asleep and dared not wake her up.

Quietly, he looked at her sleeping figure and felt satisfied with the sight of her.

Cherie was awake the entire time. When Boyle opened the bedroom door and sat by the bedside, she knew he was back.

Hidden underneath the blanket, she was holding a paring knife.

When Boyle gently placed his hand on her, she sat up abruptly and jabbed the sharp knife at his throat.

Everything happened in an instant and Boyle was stupefied by her unexpected move.

Blood could be seen seeping through his skin as she pressed the knife against his throat.

Cherie stared at him intently as she asked, “Seven years ago, did you break up with me because of my dad’s opposition, or was it merely your decision?”

Cherie understood him well.

Boyle was not the kind of person who would give up easily due to someone else’s disapproval.

Even if the person who stood in the way was Heaton, it would not cause a stubborn person like him to waver in making a decision.

Boyle did not avoid the question. Rather, he looked her in the eyes and uttered, “It was my decision.”

Other people had nothing to do with it.

Heaton was merely stating the fact that Cherie was the victim of Hanson’s kidnapping incident. The overwhelming guilt banished his courage to continue his relationship with her.

During that time, he was not capable enough to protect her. He thought that the best way to protect her was to leave her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she heard his answer. However, her gaze was cold and determined. She did not make any sound as she shed tears.

“Why did you do that to me?”

Boyle smiled sarcastically. “I was a mess then and didn’t want to drag you down. Rie, you’re the cloud in the sky and I’m just a pile of dirt on the ground. I don’t deserve someone like you.”

“Just because you think you’re unworthy of having me, you broke up with me and said such hurtful and sharp words toward me!”

Cherie pressed the knife harder against his throat.

Boyle did not feel the pain from his throat at all. He inched closer to her and the emotions he had been suppressed all these years finally shone out through his eyes.

“Rie, I’m sorry.”

After seven years, he finally apologized to her.

Cherie snickered. “Boyle, you’ll never know how much I sacrificed because of your self-righteousness.”

Cherie lifted the knife and stabbed his shoulder.

Shlunk! The knife pierced through his skin.

Boyle did not move an inch, his eyes fixated on her. “I know. I was selfish and terrible at you. I…hurt you. It’s all my fault.”

Cherie’s face was covered with tears. However, she looked indifferent. She gripped the knife tight and stabbed further into his flesh.

“Do you know? This is the knife I used to cut my wrist four years ago. All this while, I kept this by my side to constantly remind myself about how foolish and miserable I was to love you.”

Tears silently rolled down her cheeks and her eyes were reddened.

He reached his hand out and grabbed her wrist which was holding the knife. He then stabbed himself an inch deeper.

And again.

Her face was covered with blood.

Boyle was numbed from the pain. Rather, he felt incredibly eased and content under the sharp knife.

Seven years had passed and in that split second, the accumulated guilt he had felt suddenly vanished into thin air.

He looked at the blood spluttering across Cherie’s face. Her face and hands were covered with his blood.

Although she stabbed him repeatedly, he felt as if he was being given the rare opportunity to relive his life.

Boyle pursed his lips and his throat bobbed. His raspy voice sounded in the room. “Rie, I love you. You’re my one and only.”

Her fair hands were soaked in blood.

Throughout the entire time, she held onto the knife tightly and did not intend to let go of it at all.

While holding in the immense pain he felt, Boyle inched closer to her.

Cherie stared at the knife that plunged into his chest and murmured, “You don’t love me and you never did…”

If he did love her, he would have never broken up with her.

If he did love her, he would have searched for her whereabouts just to meet with her over the past seven years.

Hot tears rushed to his eyes. He swallowed his tears and looked at her emotionless face. “I love you. I, Boyle Lawson, will only love Cherie… I love you and it’ll always only be you.”

Blood constantly rushed out from his wound.

With the knife buried deep in his chest, he slumped forward and hugged her.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. In a weak voice, he repeated the same words over and over again. “I love you and there is never a single moment when I don’t think of you and love you. Rie, I love you. I love you…”

Only you.

His tears slid down his cheek and fell onto her neck.