Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 825

Boyle took a dry towel and rubbed her wet hair like she was a puppy after he was done washing it.

Cherie pouted and glared at him. “Can you be more gentle?”

Boyle rubbed her hair playfully and they both laughed.

Although they were playing around, Boyle did not forget about her injured leg. The atmosphere changed as she trapped Boyle under her.

There was an uncertain atmosphere in the room when she did that, and she felt a spark between them.

Boyle held her neck and pulled her close to his face as he turned around and trapped her under him.

She could feel his warm breath against her face. The man’s deep and magnetic voice sounded as pleasant as a cello. He whispered in her ear, “Baby, can I do it?”

He was asking her a question yet it sounded like she was not actually being given a say.

Cherie was always good at rejecting others since young. That was why she could reject Tyler outright. She did not waver at all.

However, she had no idea how to reject Boyle at that moment. It was because she loved him. She loved him to the extent that she was willing to give him everything.

“If you’re willing to do it, I’ll continue.”

He would stop if she was not ready.

Cherie was not a three-year-old kid. She knew what he meant. Her face blushed as she bit her lips and eventually, she nodded her head.

She was willing to do it.

…

Soon after, the man ran his lips all over her body, not giving her any chance to reject him or push him away.

She belonged to him and they belonged to each other.

The room heated up as it continued till midnight.

Boyle could not fall asleep. He lowered his eyes to look at the mermaid-like girl in his arms. She was already deep asleep.

He lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

He hugged her tighter and they fell asleep together.

…

Boyle was already gone when Cherie woke up the next morning.

She grabbed her sheets and sat on the bed. It felt like her whole body was aching. She blushed furiously as it reminded her of what had happened last night.

How dare she sleep with Boyle just like that?

She heard footsteps coming her way.

Cherie hid under the sheets to avoid embarrassment.

Boyle smiled as he entered the room and saw her hiding under the sheets. “I made breakfast. Come and have some.”

Cherie did not answer him. She was playing dead under the sheets.

Boyle walked up and sat next to her. He patted her back through the sheets. “Aren’t you hungry after our intense session last night?”

Cherie was speechless.

She threw the sheets off and jumped on the bed. Her face turned crimson red as she looked at Boyle with her beady eyes. “Boyle Lawson!”

“Yes, I’m here.”

Biting her lips, she felt extremely embarrassed. It took her a while to speak. “Don’t think that you have me under control after sleeping with me. You still have to be nice to me like how you always have been. Otherwise…I’ll break up with you!”

Her voice gradually turned softer as she rambled on. She sounded so timid.

Girls were always the ones at a disadvantage when it came to matters like these. It was perfectly normal for her to be worried.

Boyle’s face turned a shade darker.

Cherie thought he was annoyed by her behavior wanting him to take responsibility after sleeping with her. Did that mean he did not want to take responsibility?

Boyle stared at her deeply. He bit his lips and said in a somewhat unhappy manner, “Don’t ever talk about breaking up.”

She was wrong.

However, he did not answer her question yet. “But you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“I’ll treat you better,” Boyle replied coldly.

Cherie did not see that coming. “What?”

Boyle turned around and stared at her aggrieved face with a deep gaze. “You asked me whether I’ll be nice to you like I always am.”

Cherie was speechless.

It took her three seconds to understand what he had just said.

Did he mean he would treat her better than how he used to?

Boyle rubbed her head as he saw her turn quiet. “Get up and wash up. Let’s have breakfast.”