Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 972

On the first of May, the sky was clear blue and slightly windy. It was great weather for a wedding day.

In the Fudd family mansion, three girls were sleeping on a large bed.

Cherie set her alarm clock to ring at six o’clock in the morning the night before. The alarm rang when the outside sky brightened up slightly by the imminent sunrise.

Slam! When her alarm rang, Cherie immediately hit snooze and went back to sleep.

Five minutes later, the alarm rang again and Cherie once again snoozed her alarm and covered her head with her blanket.

A few minutes later, her phone rang again. It was ringing non-stop, threatening her to wake up.

Cherie reached out for her phone in a daze and answered the call in a half-awake state. She spoke in a gruff and children-like voice as she had just woken up. “Hello?”

“Rie, wake up. Has the make-up artist reached your house?”

It was Boyle.

Cherie enveloped herself in the warm blanket and turned over to the other side. “No one called me. Let me sleep a while more.”

“Who’s the one who asked me to call you at half-past five to wake you up last night?”

Cherie huffed. “It’s too difficult for me to wake up.”

Over the phone, Cherie buried herself under the blanket. She was sleeping while occasionally replying to Boyle who was talking on the other side of the phone.

Meanwhile, Verian knocked on the door.

“Little Jelly Bean, wake up. It’s getting late now. The make-up artist and stylist are already here.”

Sherry and Whitney who stayed over in Cherie’s house had woken up from Verian’s call and her alarm clock from earlier.

Sherry was the bridesmaid. Whitney was married but still came to have fun for her best friend.

A while later, Sherry and Whitney cooperated and dragged Cherie out of the warm blanket.

In a daze, Cherie was then nudged by Verian to wash up in the bathroom.

At seven in the morning, the make-up artist and stylist approached Cherie to style her hair and apply make-up to her face.

To integrate the summer element in the bride’s make-up, the make-up chosen was a Japanese summer orange soda theme. The make-up was clean and delicate, making the bride elegant but making sure to not lose the bride’s natural cuteness and generosity.

Cherie’s long, chestnut-brown hair was slightly wavy and extremely healthy. Due to its especially dazzling appearance and temperament, her beauty might be covered up if her hair was too curvy. Hence, the stylist did not do much to her hair and just blew dry it shortly with a hairdryer. The stylist also let the long hair fall over her shoulder naturally and weaved a simple flower wreath for her head with fresh flowers and flower stems right on the spot.

Once she had the wedding gown on her and the wedding veil covered her face, she looked like a fairy who accidentally fell into the human world from Heaven’s forest.

Whitney stuck her tongue out. “The bride is so pretty. I mustn't let anyone get close to you.”

Cherie sat on the chair. It was inconvenient for her to move after she donned the wedding gown. “I haven’t had my breakfast yet. Whitney, can you grab me some food from the kitchen?”

Just as Whitney planned to walk out toward the kitchen, Verian came in with a small plate of food in hand. There were two pieces of toasted bread with some strawberry jam spread over it.

Verian advised Cherie, “Since you’re wearing a wedding gown, it’ll be hard for you to go to the washroom. I’m afraid you might need to be on an empty stomach for the entire day. Just eat something light and drink less water to avoid having to change frequently.”

The make-up artist chipped in too. “I haven’t applied your lipstick yet. You can quickly eat now. Once I’ve applied your lipstick, it’ll be better if you don’t eat to avoid smudging your lipstick.”

Cherie was complaining internally. The wedding was too tedious for her.

She quickly gobbled down the two pieces of strawberry jam toast and the make-up artist applied the lipstick on Cherie’s lips.

A while later, Old Master Fudd, Heaton, and Harrison came over to Cherie’s room.

A strong voice drifted from the room outside. “Has my precious granddaughter finished applying her make-up?”

Verian opened the door for them. Old Master Fudd was wearing a western suit today with a tie. He looked like an old gentleman walking on the London streets.

Old Master Fudd looked especially jovial and cheerful today. When he saw his granddaughter in the wedding gown, he praised her. “Is this a fairy who fell from the sky? Come, stand up and let me see our Little Jelly Bean more clearly.”

Whitney and Sherry helped Cherie in tidying the wedding gown. Cherie stood up and looked at her grandfather with a wide smile. “Grandfather, how do I look?”

“Splendid! My Little Jelly Bean has grown up. But even if you have married, you must always come back to visit me, do you understand?”

Old Master Fudd held Cherie’s hands tightly while saying that with a kind face.

It was impossible for him to betray his sister so easily like that just because of one Porsche.

The make-up artist quickly came over with a courteous smile and helped Cherie to touch up her make-up. She jokingly said, “It’s best for the bride not to tear up today. Although the make-up used today is water-resistant, the tears would still affect the make-up.”

At nine, the convoy of cars collecting the bride arrived at the Fudd family mansion on time.

The door with the relief sculpture was wide open today. If one was to look down from the second floor’s French window, they would see Boyle clutching a bouquet of fresh roses walking toward the mansion with a group of relatives and friends in western suits.

Whitney quickly ordered people to get ready. “Quick, they’ll be here soon. Let’s block the door now.”

Heaton spoke to Harrison. “Where’s the stuff I told you to prepare?”

Harrison fished out a pair of leg shackles. “How can I forget your words?”

Both Verian and Cherie were in a blur as they were not aware of the game at all.

Heaton pointed his jaw toward Cherie and instructed Harrison. “Go, lock both your sister’s legs together.”

Cherie was at a loss for words.

Harrison took the pair of leg shackles and squatted down before locking the shackles at Cherie’s ankles above the gray stilettos she was wearing.

“Done!”

Heaton then reminded him. “Have you set the password?”

Harrison answered immediately. “You can rest assured as I’m the one doing it.”

Verian felt exasperated. Was it not the game they played during their wedding all those years ago?

Verian inquired with doubt. “Harrison, what password did you set? Can Boyle guess the password?”

Harrison gestured with a quiet sign. “I can’t tell you. If I spill now and my sister sends a message to Boyle regarding it, it won’t be fun anymore.”

He could not afford to let Cherie send the password over. Otherwise, he would not be able to perform his useful role. That Porsche depended on it.