Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 797

Since young, whenever Cherie tripped and had a scrape, her parents and grandfather would blow on her wounds to ease her pain. Everyone liked her except Boyle.

She felt like she was being wronged the more she thought about it.

When Boyle saw her reddened eyes, he thought she was about to cry out in pain. He quickly hugged her and lowered his head to gently blow on her forehead. “Is it still painful?”

“Kiss my forehead.” The little girl clasped his sleeves while shamefully saying that. She acted coquettishly at him and with her dewy gaze, his heart was instantly melted as he could no longer act cold toward her.

Boyle lowered his head and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“One more time.”

Boyle was utterly speechless.

The fact that one could be so greedy when drunk was an eye-opener for him.

He knew that if he did not obey her, she would continue making noises in his embrace and torture him by constantly rubbing her body against him until he could not stand it anymore!

He lowered his head and kissed her fair forehead again.

“Can you be a good girl now?”

With her arms wrapped around his neck, she donned an adorable and sweet smile on her face as she slurred, “Boyle, I’m a good girl. Can you not be so fierce toward me?”

Boyle wrung the hot towel as he impassively responded to her remark, “Give me your hand.”

The little girl stretched her fair hand out to him obediently. His heart softened when he saw the naive look on her face.

He wiped her hands with the hot towel before rinsing it in the basin. After wringing the towel, he then wiped her face.

Cherie wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his embrace. “Don’t call me Cherie anymore,” she muttered in a flirtatious manner.

Boyle gazed at her while deliberating over her words. “What should I call you then?”

The little girl frowned and pondered for quite some time. “My family calls me Little Jelly Bean so you can’t call me by that nickname. My friends call me Cher but you’re different from them.”

They were sitting on the floor and her cute act melted his heart, his affection toward her spilling all over as he could not hold it in anymore.

He lifted his hand and tucked her messy hair behind her ears. In a deep voice, he asked, “How am I different from them?”

“I like you so you’re special to me.”

Her overbearing and wilful confession made Boyle burst out into laughter.

Cherie brushed her slender fingers against his smiling lips. “You look great when you smile. Boyle, you should smile more, okay?”

He always donned a serious face wherever he went, and it was harder to fathom his temper as compared to her father.

Boyle grabbed her hand and took it away from his lips. His eyes were gentle and affectionate as he warned her, “You shouldn’t simply touch me. Don’t you know girls need to be reserved and keep a distance from men?”

“What’s the point in becoming a reserved girl? I can’t win your heart anyway.”

Boyle did not know how to respond to that. She was quite witty even though she was drunk. He could not win against her argument.

Boyle lowered his head and rested his forehead on hers. He stared at her adorable face intently and apologized genuinely to her, “I shouldn’t have bullied you that day.”

His sudden behavior in the library that day must have startled her.

“It’s all your fault.”

“Yeah. It’s my fault. I’m a bad person.” Boyle was submissive toward her, his husky voice full of gentleness.

“Your punishment is that you have to kiss me again. I want a gentle kiss this time.”

The little girl lifted her chin toward him, waiting for him to kiss her.

Boyle did not refute her this time. He ran his fingers through her hair before lacing them through the hair at the back of her head and kissing her soft, tender lips that still had the lingering scent of alcohol on them.