Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 967

Cherie pouted and grabbed the reflection essay from Boyle.

“What do you know? If I’m really serious about reflecting, my dad will nag at me for a long time. If I expressed my concerns and feelings to him instead, he’ll forgive me in a matter of seconds. I’ve been using this tactic since young. This is guaranteed to be able to solve all kinds of problems.”

Boyle looked at her dotingly and held her hand. “I initially wanted to come over and have a look. Aren’t you cracking your head and unable to think of anything to write? I was thinking of imitating your handwriting and helping you to write this self-reflection essay. It seems like...”

Cherie quickly stuffed the reflection essay into his hand. “No. I’ve already used up all my tricks up my sleeves and have no ammunition now. I need to write up to a thousand and five hundred words but have only slightly over two hundred now. Boyle, since you’re good at writing theses and are also studying law, your logical reasoning must be stronger than mine. If you help me to write this reflection essay, my dad will probably forgive us in no time.”

Without a doubt, she was good at persuading people by spouting all sorts of praise she had known in her lifetime with feigned cheerfulness.

Boyle smirked and looked at her intently.

Cherie was holding a pen and clasped both her hands together, pleading for help. She also displayed her slightly reddened fingers while pitifully holding the pen toward him.

Boyle looked at her affectionately. In the end, he gave in and took the pen from her.

“Let’s go to the desk to write!” Cherie happily said.

As there was only one chair in the room, Boyle sat while writing the reflection essay with Cherie standing beside him.

She leaned against the desk and propped her chin with her elbows on the desk. “You don’t have to make it too logical and orderly. Write it a little messier and it’ll be good if the sentences sound incoherent. Usually, I’d just simply write this sort of thing. My dad is too familiar with my antics and character.”

Boyle chuckled. “What should we do? I’ve never spoken incoherently before.”

Cherie furrowed her brows as she thought of a solution.

Boyle then pulled her onto his lap. He hugged her from behind and with a deep, low voice, whispered in her ear, “How about you tell me what to write?”

Cherie blabbered non-stop while Boyle calmly imitated her writing and wrote it down.

Cherie was a lazy person. She liked to write in cursive and Boyle did a perfect job imitating her writing. There were no flaws at all.

Cherie was surprised at the high similarity. “Boyle, you can go and imitate the writings of those great masters and become a master in forgery.”

Boyle laughed shortly after. “Do you think it is so easy to imitate the writing of the country’s great masters?”

“Didn’t you also imitate these messy strokes and words of mine quite well?”

“That’s because I always observe and cherish everything about you.”

Cherie smiled and kissed him as a reward.

Boyle raised his brows and peered at her. “Is this my reward for helping you?”

“Yeah.” Cherie nodded her head while caressing the orange tattoo on his left arm. “Oh yeah, what did my father say? Did he bully you?”

“Nothing much. He didn’t bully me. We were just chit-chatting.”

“Ah. Did he agree to our marriage?”

Boyle lowered his head and planted a kiss on her forehead. “He will.”

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In the evening, Old Master Fudd insisted Boyle stay over for dinner.

Since it was his first time visiting Cherie’s family, it was impossible to bond with just one meal.

In fact, Boyle had prepared a gift for her respective family members before paying a visit.

He gave Old Master Fudd a set of Othello chess. The black chess pieces were bright and shiny, made from rare black stone while the white chess pieces were smooth, shiny, and made from top-quality agate stones. As the chess pieces were made from natural stones, it was an expensive and rare collection that was worthy to be treasured.

Old Master Fudd liked the chess set a lot.

Boyle was good at giving presents according to people’s tastes and preferences.

Old Master Fudd was in a good mood and during dinner, he asked Harrison to take out the whiskey which he had kept in his collection for many years.

He specifically instructed Harrison to pick the white whiskey.

After five glasses, Old Master Fudd was feeling a little tipsy.

Boyle and Heaton were still young and their alcohol tolerance was rather good. Hence, both still look fine and sober after five glasses.

Boyle drank the most among the three of them. As the youngest one, he drank the whiskey in one shot while the elders took their time drinking at their own pace.

However, Heaton did not bully him either. He downed most of his glasses in one shot.

A bottle of whiskey was soon bottomed out.

Just as Heaton was getting ready to open a second bottle, Verian lamented worriedly, “You guys have drunk too much. Let’s not open this bottle.”

Boyle understood his mother-in-law’s concerns. He grabbed the unopened bottle of whiskey before speaking proactively. “Aunty, it’s manners and courtesy for me to accompany uncle to drink today.”

Boyle opened the bottle of whiskey and poured a glass for Heaton.

Heaton glanced at Boyle with clear eyes and smiled. His glance seemed to suggest something playful.

Boyle was courteous and observant.

With the rocks glass in his hand, he stood up and gave a toast. “I shall punish myself with three glasses of whiskey. I didn’t seek your permission and secretly obtained the marriage certificate with Cherie. I shall down it all in one go as punishment.”

Holding a glass of whiskey, he raised his head up and drank it all in one go.

Boyle then poured a second glass of whiskey for himself. “I married the Fudd family’s most cherished and most doting treasure. I’m honored and with this, I shall treat myself with another glass.”

Continuously, Boyle again poured the third glass. “As for the last one, I once offended uncle and aunt and it was my fault for being frivolous.”

Again, he gulped the whiskey in one shot.

Heaton’s expression looked friendlier toward Boyle after he punished himself with three glasses of whiskey.

Soon, the second bottle of whiskey was emptied.