Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 779

Time flew by in an instant and soon, ten years had gone by.

The Fudd family mansion, ten years later.

This happened to be the princess of the Fudd family's 18th birthday. The spacious courtyard of the Fudd family home was filled with beautiful decorations. Plenty of beautiful snacks and champagne were laid out on the spacious field.

The courtyard was as bright as day in the middle of night. It was also very lively.

Old Master Fudd was clutching onto his walking stick in the living room upstairs. He was in an incredibly delightful mood as he asked his daughter-in-law, Verian, "Where is Jelly Bean? Our guests are all here so why is our birthday girl not here yet?"

Verian took a glance upstairs and chuckled. She said, "I'm 80 percent sure she isn't done changing yet. Good lord, this child is spoiled rotten by both you and Heaton to the point that she's never punctual."

Old Master Fudd was displeased as he glared at Verian and said, "It's their honor for them to wait for my beloved granddaughter."

Verian smiled and did not argue with the old man since the old man was known to spoil his granddaughter unreasonably.

"I'll go upstairs to check on Jelly Bean, dad."

…

Verian went upstairs and knocked on the door. She said, "Are you done, Jelly Bean? All of the other guests are waiting for you outside. So, could you hurry up? It's not nice to keep them waiting for too long."

There were no replies from the other side of the door. Hence, Verian entered the room immediately. The instant the door opened, she noticed the windows were wide open and there was a rope dangling out of the window.

Verian panicked and immediately rushed over to the window to investigate. All she could see was Jelly Bean climbing down the rope.

"Cherie Fudd! What on Earth are you doing!"

A startling scream caused Cherie to tremble and let go of the rope. This caused her to fall from mid air!

"Ah!"

A loud shriek echoed from the backyard.

Fortunately the ground below was padded with grass so when Cherie fell from the window, it was not too serious. However, she sprained her ankle.

Just as Verian was frantically rushing down from upstairs and was about to rush to the backyard to make sure her daughter was not hurt, she ran into her husband, Heaton.

"How old are you exactly? How could you still not look where you're going?"

Heaton grabbed his wife's wrist while staring at her with a frown.

Verian was in an incredibly panicked state as she said, "No, Jelly Bean had just fallen from the second floor window!"

"What on Earth did that little brat do this time?"

"No idea! Let's hurry and check on her!"

Verian grabbed Heaton and rushed downstairs with him.

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Cherie had sprained her ankle in the courtyard. It hurt so much that her face turned pale while she rubbed her ankle with her little hand. She was scanning the area with her dark beady eyes for anyone around to help her out.

While she was scanning the area, she noticed a handsome young man that was standing nearby.

"Hey, handsome! Handsome! Over here!"

Cherie cried out in pain when she noticed the man was ignoring her, "Help me! Hey! Help me dammit!"

The man finally had some sort of reaction when he noticed someone yelling for help as he turned around to look at the woman that was lying on the ground.

The young man was standing underneath the light decorations. When he turned to look at her, he seemed cold and arrogant. Arrogance was reeking all over his body even though he was only dressed in regular clothing.

The only thing that Cherie was thinking about the instant she laid her eyes on Boyle Lawson was… 'Wow, this man is handsome.'

Cherie withdrew her gaze when Boyle strode over to her. She pointed at her ankle and said, "I've sprained my ankle earlier and I can't get up now. Can you help me out?"

Boyle frowned hard while his gaze looked incredibly cold. However, he was still behaving like a gentleman as he reached out his hand to her.

Cherie reached out and grabbed onto the man's long slender arm. However, the instant Boyle helped her up, she lost her balance and immediately fell into his arms.

"I… I didn't mean to do that."

Both of them were extremely close to each other as the man's huge arm was tightly holding onto her soft hand and the other was supporting the back of her waist to stop her from stumbling again.

The man was incredibly tall. Even though she was wearing sneakers, her head only reached his neck. However, the instant she looked up, her soft lips seemed to have grazed the man's Adam's apple.

Boyle's face turned bitter and immediately released the woman from his arms as if he was holding onto a hot object.

"Please behave, miss."

Cherie was blushing heavily as she stumbled and leaned against the wall. She exclaimed, "You behave! All I did was look up so why must you lower your head! If you didn't, I would've never kissed you. Did you do that on purpose!"

Boyle was speechless.

Boyle maintained his cold expression and could not be bothered to argue with her. Hence, he turned around and left.

Cherie pointed at him while staring at his back, "Hey! Get back here! Are you a new servant our family hired?"

It was unsure if that statement sparked Boyle's rage since even though the man did not look back, he replied with a cold tone, "Yes, is there a problem?"