Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 822

Boyle made dinner for them in their new house.

He cooked three dishes and one soup. They looked scrumptious.

Cherie gave him a thumbs-up as she said, “Boyle, you’re so good at cooking. You’re turning me into a picky eater. I don’t feel like eating the food in our canteen anymore.”

“Our house is just one kilometer away from your university. You can come back home for lunch next time.”

Cherie’s lips curled up into a smile. “You should pick me up from university then.”

“I’ll pick you up if I’m not going to the law firm, but you’ll have to settle your own lunch if I have to head there.”

Boyle put a braised pork rib in her bowl with his chopsticks.

A sweet taste burst in her mouth as she bit on the pork ribs.

Night arrived but Boyle did not let her leave.

Cherie texted Whitney nervously when Boyle was taking a shower in the bathroom.

[I’m staying over at his place tonight. What should I do? Emergency!]

Whitney replied. [Ms. Cher, just jump him!]

Cherie’s lips twitched.

It was not the first time she and Boyle had lived under the same roof and slept together. Yet, she felt especially nervous tonight.

It was probably because Sonia was present when they stayed at Boyle’s hometown and Hector was around when they stayed at Boyle’s rented house. Therefore, they could not do anything previously.

However, this was the first time the two of them were staying alone. Things might go out of control easily as they were all alone.

Cherie was sitting in front of her keyboard in the study when Boyle came out of the shower. She was absent-mindedly playing the piano.

Donned a grey cotton pajama, Boyle walked up to her and sat next to her on the bench. He exuded a faint soapy aroma which smelled good. He smelled like the sun-drenched air in the fields.

Cherie’s lips instantly turned dry as she gulped nervously.

The man glided his slender fingers across the keys as he asked, “What are you playing?”

“E… E minor.”

“Why does it sound like you’re messing around with the keys though?” She could hear the smile in his words.

Cherie’s eyes widened as she looked at him. Her eyes flashed with surprise. “How did you know?”

“I learned a bit of piano when I was young so I know some basics regarding music scores and the keys.”

Cherie thought Boyle was totally clueless when it came to music and was a total music dummy.

Boyle said, “Are you surprised? You thought it’s impossible for someone of my background to learn piano, right?”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“My mom was actually the daughter of a wealthy family but for some reason, she ended up falling in love with a scoundrel like my dad. My grandparents were really against their marriage but my mom was blinded by love back then. She would rather cut ties with her family than to marry a scumbag like him.”

Cherie never knew Boyle’s mother had such a love story. If Boyle’s dad was not a kidnapper or a scoundrel, they would have probably lived a very happy life.

Boyle continued speaking as he played the piano with his fingers, “I had a piano at home last time. My mom brought it from her home. Although she wasn’t very good at it, she took some classes before. She told me I could be a good pianist because my hands and pinky are very long. Because of that, I learned a bit of the piano from her when I was young.”

“However, my dad started to become very short-tempered after that. He began smashing stuff and beating people up after drinking. My mother and I endured a lot of beating as well. In the end, he smashed up the piano too and I never played since then.”

Cherie felt sorry for him. Her heart ached yet she did not know how to console him. She simply raised her eyebrows at him and said, “Boyle, let’s play the E minor.”

They played the piano together. Surprisingly, they made a pretty good duo despite Boyle’s stiff fingers after years of not playing. Moreover, it was the first time both of them had played the piano together.