Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 934

Cherie was sleeping on the couch while snuggling with a blanket as Boney laid on top of her.

Boyle brought a stack of documents over, placed a pillow on his lap and eased her head on top of the pillow.

She was lying on his lap with a pillow between them.

Boyle leaned back and started reading through some documents. Every once in a while, he would lower his head and look at the sleeping woman.

Boney buried itself underneath Cherie's arm and it would occasionally nuzzle up against Boyle's leg.

Whenever Boney was seeking attention, Boyle would silence it by placing his finger in front of his lips, gesturing at it to keep it down.

Boney would immediately bury itself in the couch after Boyle did that as it stared at its female master's beautiful little face while she slept.

Whenever Boyle's focus was shifted to his documents, Boney would secretly lean its head on its female master's soft chest.

His villa by Lake Street was designed with amazing air circulation since both the front and backyards were extremely spacious. The front and back doors were opened at the moment, allowing the refreshing summer breeze to enter the house. It felt incredibly peaceful.

Cherie took an extremely long nap.

It was already sunset by the time she woke up.

Boyle was making dinner in the open kitchen.

Cherie got up, wiped the drool off the corners of her mouth, carried Boney down and went to pour herself a glass of water.

Since Boyle had placed a blanket over her, she was sweating when she woke up. She felt uncomfortably sticky.

She was easily agitated when she had just woken up.

Cherie poured herself a glass of cold water in her bare feet and just as she was about to drink it, the glass was taken away by a long, huge hand.

A glass of warm water was instead shoved into her hand.

"You shouldn't be drinking that much cold water. It's bad for your stomach."

Cherie glared at him and complained, "But I feel hot!"

"The hotter you feel, the more you shouldn't be drinking cold water. The temperature difference is too much and your stomach will feel awful."

Cherie was speechless.

After drinking just a couple sips of warm water, she slammed her glass hard on the table and threw a fit as she said, “I'd get a heat stroke soon!"

Boyle stared at the glass she drank from and calmly drank a couple sips from it as he said, "I'll drink it."

Cherie was speechless.

Cherie then ran out with her bare feet.

Boyle glanced at her and shifted his gaze over to her fair looking tender little feet.

Boyle placed an arm on his waist before ordering her from behind with a deep tone, "Put on your shoes."

Cherie walked over to the couch, put on a single slipper before kicking the other one away.

Boyle caught it.

"Put it on yourself!"

He would not allow her to drink cold drinks nor would he allow her to walk around the house barefooted. She wondered if the air-conditioning was even switched on in this house.

She wondered why she felt so hot.

Boyle walked over with the pink slipper, took a glance at her and noticed the beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.

He sat beside her, grabbed her ankles and placed her legs on his lap before putting on the pink slipper on her foot.

"Go take a shower. Dinner will be ready when you're done."

Cherie gave him a kick before waddling her way into the washroom.

Boyle carried Boney onto his lap, gave it a pat and mumbled in a deep voice, "Why is it so hot in here? Do you feel hot?"

Boney replied, "Meow."

Boney meant to say, "I do but I dare not speak a word about it!"

Verian was beside Heaton after the phone call ended.

Verian asked in a caring tone, "So, is Jelly Bean coming home for dinner?"

Heaton tossed his phone on the table in frustration as a long thud could be heard. He said, "Nope and I don't think she will for the next few days."

Verian was stunned as she said, "Should we pick her up then?"

Heaton scoffed and said, "Do you think it's going to be appropriate for us to pick her up when Boyle just told me that she isn't coming home which also means that Jelly Bean is willingly staying at his place?"

Verian chuckled as she stared at Heaton's bitter look and teased, "This might actually be a good thing. Boyle was the cause for Jelly Bean's condition in the first place and now that they've reconciled, maybe this will be good for her?"

Heaton gritted his teeth as his glare looked incredibly menacing. He said, "If it wasn't for that point alone, do you think I'd even be willing to allow Jelly Bean to stay with him?"

Verian smiled and said, "You even snuck out to watch their trial. Does this mean you've already accepted Boyle?"

Heaton raised his brows and replied in a prideful tone, "When have I ever?"

"... Alright then. You've never and I've misunderstood you."

The corners of Heaton's eyes twitched as he gritted his teeth. He exclaimed, "He's completely out of his league to even be thinking about kidnapping our Jelly Bean away! We're not even sure if their zodiac signs are compatible with each other and he wants to be our son-in-law? I just couldn't be bothered to make things difficult for him now since he's basically taking care of her at the moment, you know."

Verian smiled and said, "Yeah. Incompatible zodiac signs, sure."

Heaton could not be bothered to argue with her, so he grabbed his phone and went straight to his study upstairs for work. However, he seemed to have suddenly thought about something as he suddenly turned around and asked Verian something.

"Oh that's right. How heavy is Jelly Bean?"

Verian was a little stunned as she said, "I remembered her using a scale last night. Her weight should be in the records. I'll take a look."

After glancing at the records, she said, "She's 85.32 pounds. This little rascal is too skinny now. No matter how skinny she was back then, she'll at least weigh about 92 pounds. Oh, why did you ask anyway?"

Heaton was thinking about something for a moment before exclaiming in a hostile manner, "I'll slice a pound of fat off him for each pound of weight she loses. He's going to be so dead."

Heaton went straight to his study after he was done saying that.

Verian was confused as she stared at the man's back. She wondered whose fat he wanted to slice. Was he going to slice off Boyle's fat?