Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 795

Boyle’s tone was full of coldness. He intended to make things difficult for Cherie.

However, Cherie blushed upon hearing his words.

She clasped onto his shirt and tiptoed to plant a kiss on his handsome lower jaw with her soft lips.

The light kiss was sufficient enough to prove her deep affection toward him.

“Is-Is this enough?”

She did not have the courage to go further. No matter how shameless she was, she was still a girl with dignity.

However, Boyle grabbed her arms and raised her arms up above her head. He pressed her against the wooden book rack, his gaze piercing as if he was staring at the prey in his embrace.

“Do you know what ‘like’ means for adults?”

“...”

The man lowered his head and kissed her.

Cherie was shocked and subconsciously struggled to escape. However, the man was too overbearing and strong. He responded by kissing her even deeper.

Her lips were hot and painful. She felt like she was unable to breathe through the kiss.

Not far away, Layla witnessed the scene and the books in her hand fell onto the floor as it went limp.

Thud!

Layla was shocked and felt at a loss for words. She wanted to confirm whether the man was Boyle.

“Boyle…?”

Boyle was stunned.

Cherie blushed in embarrassment. As Boyle released her from his grip, she pushed him away and ran helter-skelter without turning back to look at them.

As Boyle turned around to face Layla, the revelation in her eyes magnified.

“Boyle, you…”

Ignoring Layla, Boyle crouched to pick up the books that were scattered onto the floor, along with a bracelet Cherie left behind.

…

Cherie ran into the washroom and tried to regain her composure.

Her lips were chapped and she could feel the pain emitting from them.

Her mind was in a complete mess.

The only thing she knew that was real was the warmth and pain on her lips.

Boyle was so ferocious just now. He looked as if he wanted to gobble her. She was shocked at being treated so roughly by him.

Squatting in one of the cubicles, she hugged herself in silence for a very long time.

Boyle’s sharp questioning kept ringing in her ears.

“How long will you like me? One month? Or three months perhaps?”

“Prove your love to me.”

“Do you know what ‘like’ means for adults?”

Boyle’s words were pulverizing every possibility between them.

She just liked him for who he was. Was it wrong to have feelings for him?

…

Boyle and Layla walked out of the library together.

Layla remained silent for some time before gathering her courage to ask him. “Boyle, why did you do that to Cherie in the library just now? How can you…”

“Do I look like a jerk?”

Layla was temporarily stunned as she did not expect Boyle to ask her that question. She was puzzled at why he was asking that.

Layla took a deep breath and asked, “Boyle, do you like Cherie?”