Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 919

Natalie was reading the online news at home and angrily hurled her iPad onto the floor.

The screen cracked into pieces.

Anger and disappointment could be seen in her eyes.

Never had she expected that Boyle would be so cold-hearted in sending his father into the jail for Cherie’s sake.

She underestimated Cherie’s significance in his heart and fumed upon realizing the truth.

What made Cherie so entitled with everyone’s love and care without having to put in any effort?

Meanwhile, she had to be restrained by Chase’s wife.

Suddenly, she had the urge to retch.

Barf…

She covered her mouth and quickly dashed into the toilet.

While sticking her head close to the toilet bowl to throw up, she suddenly realized something and her face went pale.

Her period was quite late that month.

Initially, she thought it was because of her unbalanced lifestyle.

However, after experiencing nausea, she was uncertain about it anymore.

…

She went to the hospital to have a body checkup. An hour later, she collected the examination results and her eyes were fixated on the words written on the paper. She was diagnosed with an eight-week pregnancy.

She could not believe she had Chase’s baby.

At the moment, her only chance to get close to Boyle was gone due to Hanson.

She could not just sit and wait for miracles to happen.

The baby in her womb was probably the only chance she had to reverse the situation.

Chase’s wife was unable to bear any children until now and if Chase found out about the fact that she had his baby, she might be able to force him to divorce his wife…

Subsequently, she made a call.

Chase was startled when he received Natalie’s call and impassively asked, “Didn’t I give you a lump sum of money? Why are you still calling me? Are you attempting to blackmail me?”

Natalie ignored his harsh words and said, “I have something to tell you. Chase, I’m pregnant with your child.”

Chase was momentarily stunned by the news. “Are you sure the child belongs to me? You’re just finding someone to take responsibility for it, huh?”

“I have the examination results with me. I’m eight weeks pregnant. You can calculate back the time to figure out whether this child is yours or not.”

Eight weeks… Two months ago.

Chase went silent. They had indeed had sex a few times about two months ago. They had unprotected sex back then as she said she was on her safe days.

“What do you want me to do?” Chase asked.

“I want you to give me a hundred million. Either that or you can divorce your wife and make me Mrs. White instead. If you do so, I’ll give birth to your child.”

Chase was agitated. “A hundred million? Are you insane? Do you think your womb is made of diamonds?”

“Chase, this is your child. Even wild beasts will look after their young. Do you not want the child?”

She had once done a background check on Chase’s wife. She was infertile and there was a slim chance for them to conceive a child together.

Furthermore, Chase was desperate to have one.

Although Natalie was trying to rip him off, Chase genuinely wished to keep the child. The child was innocent regardless of what Natalie did.

Besides, he could do a DNA test afterward. He guessed Natalie would not lie to him about the matter.

Having said that, he had to discuss the matter with his wife.

His wife could not conceive and the child in Natalie’s womb could become a descendant of the White Family.

Worse comes to worst, he would just wait until Natalie gave birth to the child and chase her off, leaving the child with him.

“Give me some time to think about it.”

“I’ll give you a day to decide.”

“Natalie, don’t take it for granted.”

Natalie caressed her belly with a complacent attitude. “I’m bearing your son now. You better be good to me. You know anger will affect the baby’s development.”

Chase gritted his teeth and let her off then for his child’s sake.

…

Natalie came home from the hospital. However, her pent-up anger and frustration irritated her.

She could not bear seeing Boyle and Cherie getting back together happily. She was upset about it.

It was like a thorn in her flesh.

Since she had fallen into such a miserable state, she would allow them to think about living a good life.

She rummaged in her cabinet for the USB with the forged video of Boyle and her kissing.

The man in the video was not Boyle. He was just a prostitute working in a nightclub.

The tattoo on the man’s arm was just a sticker. There were tons of tattoo stickers with similar designs on the internet which looked incredibly realistic.

Natalie re-edited the video. She blurred the woman’s face and in the video, one could only see a man with an orange tattoo on his left arm was having sex with a woman.

The man’s face was blurry from the video. However, his defined, brawny, and muscular lines could be seen from his back.

Back then, Cherie was fuming and threw Natalie’s phone down the stairs after watching the video. She was pissed at Cherie who threw her phone and in revenge, she pushed Cherie down the stairs, causing her to have a miscarriage.

Even if Cherie and Boyle wanted to sue her for the miscarriage, they had no evidence to prove that the person who pushed Cherie was her.

There was no CCTV at the staircase of the female dormitory during their university days.

Moreover, there were no classmates in the vicinity who had witnessed the incident.

Natalie stared at the intimate video and gloated, “Cherie, you want to live a peaceful life? I’ll never let you!”

…

Natalie uploaded the video onto the internet and it caused an uproar among the netizens.

The netizens were guessing the identity of the man in the video.

Since Boyle was a public figure and had attended numerous parties and events, he was once asked about the meaning behind the tattoo on his left arm in one of his interviews.

In no time, a lot of people wrongly mistaken the man in the video as Boyle, the president of the MO Group.

Along with the news of Hanson’s kidnapping incident, Boyle had become the talk of the town.

Soon, Boyle had become the hottest topic on the internet, a subject of ridicule.

[Damn, I just became his fan a few days ago. He has such a beautiful story with the daughter of the Fudd family. They’re perfect for each other and their looks are one of a kind. What’s happening now?]

The netizen ended the comment with a surprised face emoji.

[Did he cheat on her? It’d be hilarious if the woman in the video is Momo.]

A laugh-cry emoji was inserted at the end of the comment.

[Hey, mind your words. Boyle and Momo aren’t married yet. How can you use the word ‘cheating’?]

A doge emoji was attached next to the comment.

“... I don’t want you to be my attorney anymore. Is that fine now?”

Boyle smiled and declined. “You can’t, Rie. You’ve signed the agreement.”

Beep, beep…

Cherie hung up the call.

Boyle’s smile broadened as he listened to the busy tone coming from the phone.

That girl had no conscience. She stabbed him in the chest multiple times and he was still suffering in pain.

Perhaps meeting her would ease his pain.

…

Boyle grabbed his car keys and drove all the way to the Fudd family mansion.

He did not head into the house as he found it inappropriate to meet Cherie’s parents in the current situation.

Besides, it would take a long time for him to get along with the Fudd family.

Boyle leaned his back against the car with his eyes toward the courtyard. He then gave a call to Cherie.

“I’m outside your house now. I’ll give you ten minutes to dress up, okay?”

Cherie immediately hung up the call. She walked toward the window and looked at Boyle.

Boyle lifted his head and looked at Cherie with a fond smile on his face.

She pulled the curtains together angrily and dressed herself up.

…

Boyle was smiling at her with both hands tucked in his pockets when Cherie came out of the house bare-faced.

He lifted his hand and glanced at his wristwatch. “Six minutes fifty seconds. You didn’t want me to wait for you too long so you speed things up, right?” he teased.

Cherie did not bother to answer him.

While she walked toward him, Boyle pulled her into his embrace and stroked her hair gently. “We haven’t seen each other for days. Did you sleep well lately and eat your meals regularly?”

Cherie remained silent.

Did he call her over just to ask her some mundane questions?

As Cherie pushed him away, Boyle frowned and took in a deep breath. “My wounds haven’t healed yet. They hurt.”

He wanted to obtain sympathy from her.

Cherie ignored his words and uttered, “We can talk about the kidnapping incident now.”

Boyle acted like a gentleman as he opened the car door for her and gestured for her to get into the car.

He smiled. “Let’s find a place to sit down and talk about it.”

Cherie was at loss for words.

Cherie tried to put up with him. However, a depressed person like her would feel agitated if she were to suppress her emotions.

She kicked the tire hard before getting into the car.

Boyle did not get pissed at her. He happily walked around the car to the driver’s side and also got into the car.

After starting the car engine, he leaned his body toward Cherie to buckle the seatbelt for her.

“Don’t vent your anger at tires anymore. The tires are sturdy and can’t feel any pain. You might even hurt yourself,” Boyle said.

Boyle then pointed at his face and continued, “You can slap me in the face just like how you did last time. You’re quite good at it. I didn’t even need to teach you that.”

Cherie was utterly speechless.