Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 864

The black Bentley was driving at a steady pace on the road.

Streaks of lights flashed across the window as they drove.

Boyle asked with a smile, "Why'd you return home so suddenly? Will you still return to the United States?"

Cherie did not even look at him as she replied while focusing on the road in front of them, "I came back because I wanted to."

She was basically telling him that her life was none of his business.

"Huntley is going to marry Whitney soon," said Boyle.

"I know."

Boyle said, "I was also in the United States in the last seven years."

Cherie replied, "I know."

"I was studying for my doctorate degree at Harvard back then."

"I know."

"I miss you."

"I know… I don't know."

Cherie bit her tongue.

It was only then that she realized she had fallen into his trap.

She used to play games like this all the time with Whitney when she was in high school. This game was made to use a person's habits against them. It was usually played with a few no-brainer questions before catching the victim off-guard with a sudden unrelated question just to humiliate them.

Usually, the final question would be something like 'You're a pig,' and the other person would reply with 'yes' or 'I know' by instinct.

She had never lost once the game because of how fast her brain worked.

However, she was not paying attention earlier because the person sitting next to her was none other than Boyle whom she had not met for the last seven years.

Her brain had seemingly lost complete control of itself.

A dim glint flashed across Boyle's eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "Do you know that I missed you dearly?"

Cherie immediately stared at him as she took a deep breath and mocked him, "So what if I did or didn’t? What do you want from me? Boyle, should I remind you that we broke up seven years ago?"

Telling her that he missed her was pointless.

She truly had grown up and become mature. However, due to how deep of an impact she had on him and how much he loved her, he could not bring himself to let go of his feelings toward her.

His love for her was deeply-rooted in his heart.

After that volatile comment from her, the remaining journey was driven in deafening silence.

He did not wish to continue triggering and agitating her.

Just as the black Bentley was about to arrive at the Fudd family home, Cherie exclaimed coldly, "Drop me off here. I can walk home from here."

When she realized that Boyle was not stopping, she exclaimed in a very stern manner, "You know my parents absolutely hate your guts and I won’t ever hurt my parents for you ever again."

It was not worth it.

The way she uttered the word 'hate' sounded very cold and heartless. She made no attempts to keep it subtle.

Her gaze was incredibly cold as well.

Boyle stopped the car.

She seemed very desperate to get out of the small space and immediately opened the car door after it stopped moving.