Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 936

This was the first official night Cherie moved in with Boyle in the villa by Lake Street.

They shared the same bed as they slept.

Boyle washed Boney and after he was done cleaning it, he carried it back onto their bed.

Since Cherie had very sensitive skin, she would be more prone to getting an allergic reaction toward unclean stuff which included the dust particles in the air. Therefore, Boyle was pretty vigilant when it came toward Boney's cleanliness.

That was because Cherie interacted with Boney a lot.

Boney smelled extremely nice after its wash as it immediately burrowed into Cherie's arms.

The instant Boyle was done with his shower, he noticed both the adult and the pet were eating snacks together.

Cherie would feed Boney some of the snacks she ate.

There was even a children's book placed on the bed.

It was a loving scene to watch.

It seemed Boyle's heart that was empty for quite some time now felt incredibly full at the moment.

Boyle walked over to them, laid in bed and hugged Cherie. He picked up the children's book and asked, "Do you want to hear a bedtime story?"

Since Cherie was having trouble sleeping, she thought that maybe listening to a bedtime story would help her sleep better, so she said, "Yeah."

Boyle flipped through the index and picked a story as he asked, "What about the little match girl?"

Cherie laid on top of his chest and seemed a little exhausted but was not sleepy at all as she said, "Sure."

After Boyle finished reading the story of the little match girl, Cherie's eyes were still glimmering as she stared at him. She did not seem to be sleeping anytime soon.

Boyle hugged her, lowered his head and kissed her little neck. He flipped through the book and asked, "Should we read the story of Thumbelina?"

Cherie was hugging the chubby looking Boney and replied with a simple, "Sure."

After that, Boyle read her the story of, 'The Princess and the Pea' and 'The Little Mermaid.' It was unsure how much time had passed as Cherie leaned against him, turned around and buried her little face in his arms. She was finally tired.

Boney had also leapt out of her arms as Boyle closed the children's book and placed it on his shelf before pulling the covers gently over her.

He switched off the lights and went to sleep while cuddling her.

Boyle took a glance at the digital clock next to him and noticed it was one in the morning. Although it was not exactly early when she went to sleep, it was much better than when she went to sleep at three to four in the morning.

Having to go to bed at one in the morning instead of the usual three to four in the morning was already a massive progress for her.

Boyle could not ask anything more from her.

They slept well throughout the entire night.

Cherie had woken up at three in the morning and was secretly playing with her phone but it was confiscated by Boyle.

He told her more bedtime stories while Cherie buried herself into him before falling asleep again.

…

Boyle woke Cherie up at nine-thirty in the morning in the following day.

Although Cherie was a little grumpy when she woke up and was ignoring Boyle, Boyle still shoved some breakfast into her mouth.

She drank half a glass of milk and was forced to eat two slices of toast that were slathered with strawberry jam in addition to two fried eggs. Boyle ate the rest.

Cherie did not want to eat boiled eggs since it tasted too bland for her.

Later, she was dragged out by Boyle for a morning jog after she was done with breakfast.

She was pretty much being dragged around as they jogged for half a kilometer.

She complained about her bones hurting as she squatted by the side of the road while catching her breath as she refused to move.

Boyle could not help but to keep her company.

Cherie leaned against Boyle's back as he carried her on his back.

A lady that was pacing down the street selling breakfast noticed them several times before as she teased with a laugh, "Oh missy, your husband still has to carry you around even while you're jogging. Doesn't this mean that all of your efforts are for nothing?"

Boyle felt a little flustered as he pushed the woman up a little and said, "Her bones are hurting."

It was such a pitiful excuse to make.

Boyle could not be bothered to explain any further as he simply brushed the lady off.

They caught the attention of a lot of people throughout their jog.

The main reason for all the attention was how handsome and attractive both Boyle and Cherie looked. Since Boyle was also carrying his girlfriend, this made a lot of passersby envious of them.

Cherie raised her brows and stared at the side of his face as she said, "They're all staring at you."

"They're only staring at me because I'm carrying you on my back."

"It's not like you're carrying them anyway so why are they staring at you?"

She sounded very protective and unreasonable from the tone of her voice. It seemed she was already behaving like Boyle's personal unreasonable little gremlin.

While Boyle was carrying the woman, he cracked a grin and said, "Maybe your man just so happened to be too attractive."

Cherie immediately covered both Boyle's cheeks with her hands as she said, "Regardless of how attractive you are, they can't get you nor are they allowed to look at you."

Boyle chuckled gleefully.

She was behaving like a jealous little child and seemed very possessive over him.

Boyle was in an incredibly amazing mood.

The instant Boyle entered the patient's ward, he was instantly greeted by Cherie who was lying in bed in a fetal position.

Beads of cold sweat were trickling down her face.

Boyle strode over to her as he called out, "Cherie?"

Cherie was already being wrapped in a thick blanket but somehow, she still felt cold. She reached out to grab Boyle's sleeve while staring at him with teary eyes as she said, "Boyle, I'm cold and it hurts. Please save me."

Boyle's heart wrenched when he noticed just how helpless she looked. It hurt him tremendously.

He sat beside her before hugging her tightly through her blanket.

"Is this better?"

Cherie cried while staring at him as she said, "It hurts."

Boyle took the blanket off, hugged her into his arms before pulling the blanket over her again.

He could feel the sweat coming out of her body through her thin summer clothes. They were all cold sweats.

Boyle rested his chin on the top of her head as he closed his eyes and spoke in a soft tone, "Cherie, if it hurts too much, why don't we… stay in the hospital?"

Cherie raised her head while her tears rolled out of her eyes as she asked in a helplessly painful voice, "Are you abandoning me?"

Boyle stared at her. He opened his mouth but no words could escape his mouth.

Cherie stared at him with a pleading gaze as she said, "Please don't abandon me here, okay, Boyle? Please don't leave me alone with the doctor. I won't be like my usual self anymore if you do. Please don't leave me here, okay?"

She was forced to stay in the hospital when she attempted suicide four years ago.

She felt as if she could not reach out to the world during those days. She felt trapped. She felt strapped to her own bed while people would come over to feed her medication, stab her with needles and infuse her with fluids.

Someone would have to monitor her even while she was relieving herself. She felt humiliated, so much so that she wanted to die.

Boyle stared at her before wiping the tears and sweat off her face with his fingertips. He controlled his sobs as he said, "I can keep you company and I won't go anywhere."

Cherie shook her head while she cried violently. She was no fool as she said, "They won't let you stay in here. Don't trust them, okay? Boyle, please don't leave me with them. They won't let me see you. They're all lying."

Boyle's heart trembled as he stared at her teary eyes.

He finally hugged her tightly as he said, "Alright. I won't trust them. I won't leave you to them."

Cherie instantly hugged his neck with her arms while she replied in a terrified voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Let's hurry up and leave, Boyle."

Boyle closed his eyes and hardened his heart as he said, "Let's leave after we get your meds, okay? That way you won't feel the pain anymore."

"I don't need meds. I'm perfectly fine." Cherie said while staring at him.

Boyle was tearing up as he took a deep breath and caressed her little face with his huge hand before comforting her with a gentle tone, "Just wait a little while longer. I'll stay right here and I won't let them take you away. Trust me, Cherie."