Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 855

Boyle was starting to waste his life away.

Piles of empty liquor bottles were scattered across the floor in the Greentown Condominium.

He would not pick up Layla's call and did not answer the door when people knocked on it.

Boyle was sitting on the ground while leaning against the couch like a complete drunk.

Boney pounced on him. It was clawing and shaking his arm with both of its front paws.

It briefly woke Boyle up as he raised his head to look at Boney before cracking a loving smile at it while patting it's head saying, "Stop messing around, Boney."

"Meow."

Boney desperately dragged his phone over to him. The phone had been constantly ringing. Boyle took a quick glance at the phone and realized Layla was the one calling him.

He picked up the call.

Layla said, "Open the damn door, Boyle! I'm outside your house."

Due to how much liquor he had drunk, he waddled over to the door in a drunken stupor.

The door opened.

A strong wave of alcohol washed over Layla.

"Boyle Lawson, are you really not going to continue living your life just because you've broken up with Cherie?"

Boyle had not visited his professor recently. Layla asked Huntley about him and found out about how Boyle had also been absent in his law firm too. He had refused his client's case as well.

He was now a completely useless bum.

Boyle seemed to have no reaction toward Layla's furious questioning. Instead, he decided to turn around and go back into his house.

"What are you doing here?"

Layla gritted her teeth as she stared at how much Boyle had been wasting his life away. She was fuming as she exclaimed, "Just look at yourself, Boyle. Look at how much of a disheveled mess you are now. You reek of alcohol and your beard is untrimmed. You are a drunken mess! All of this for Cherie Fudd, Boyle. Are you really going to sacrifice your future just for her? How did you become like this? You are not the Boyle I know!"

Boyle sat down on his carpet and chuckled as he said, "How is the Boyle you know like then?"

"The Boyle I know is aggressive, motivated and has the hunger to be better. He will never waste his life away nor would he look so disheveled. He is calm and has an almost manic obsession to work and always has order in his life. He should be standing gloriously in court and not wasting his life away like this."

Just as Boyle was about to pick up a liquor bottle and wanted to drink, Layla snatched it away and smashed it on the ground. The bottle shattered instantly while the liquor was spilled all over the floor. A piece of glass shard flew off and sliced Boyle's cheek, leaving behind a bloody cut.

However, Boyle was unresponsive as he stared at the mess on the floor. He spoke in a calm voice, "I used to think that money is the only driving force I need in my life. However, I now realize that after losing her, that money no longer has any meaning to me anymore."

Layla's heart ached a little when she stared at his completely unmotivated and lost demeanor. However, she spoke with a stern tone, "But you and Cherie had already broken up. Are you really going to spend the rest of your life wallowing and sulking in your own sorrow? If you really can't let her go, just go look for her then."

Look for her? What right did he still have to even show his face in front of her so freely again?

He was the one responsible to hurt her this much.

He was not there by her side when she needed him the most. Instead, he was so determined to break up with her and indirectly caused her miscarriage.

Boyle could never forgive himself for what he had done.

Heaton was right. He was unworthy. He always had been unworthy.

He was as much of a scumbag as his father who had kidnapped her in the first place.

Was a scumbag like him even worthy of her anyway?

Layla squatted down and stared intensely at him as she said, "Boyle, I don't care how sad you feel but I want you to know how much you've struggled to get everything you have now. You've struggled so much to enter Capital City University and you shouldn't waste an opportunity for love. My dad mentioned that he's still holding onto the offer for us to study in the United States. He admires you a lot, you know."

Layla fished out a name card from her purse and placed it on his coffee table. She said, "This is my dad's business card. If you finally come to your senses, you can call him anytime. However, you really should hurry and provide him with your choice because everyone is fighting desperately for this placement."

"I believe you too are aware of how important this opportunity it is for you, Boyle. It can change your life."

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Cherie's emotions had gradually returned to normal.

However, this was all thanks to her playing the piano.