Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 883

It did not take long for them to arrive at Greentown Condominium.

After Cherie parked the car, she unbuckled the seatbelts, turned around and looked at Boyle.

His eyes were closed and he seemed to be completely asleep.

Cherie called out to him, "Boyle?"

The man did not wake up.

Cherie inched over to him and said, "Boyle, you're home."

It was only then did Boyle open his eyes. He seemed to be in a slight drunken stupor as he stared out the window with a slight daze. He said, "We're home?"

"Yeah, we're home."

Boyle said, "I think I'm a little drunk. Help me up there if you don't mind."

Although he asked if she would mind helping him up there, it seemed like Boyle did not even give her the chance to refuse him.

The instant they got out of the car, Boyle slumped over as if he had completely lost all of his strength and fell on top of Cherie's shoulder.

They waddled their way upstairs.

Cherie realized he was actually drunk, so she held onto his arm and supported his waist as they walked toward the elevators.

He was able to feel the warmth from her palms through his shirt.

Boyle rested his face on her shoulder and the instant he opened his eyes, he was able to get a clear look of the side of her face.

Cherie carried him all the way into the elevator and upstairs to the entrance of his apartment.

Cherie turned around and told him, "Enter your pin."

Boyle nuzzled up against her nape and spoke in a drunken slur as if he was completely unaware of what was happening, "Pin? I forgot my pin."

Cherie stared into the ceiling and wondered just how could the usually calm and collected Boyle would act no different than any regular men out there after just a few drinks.

How could he forget what his own pin was? Why did he not forget the pin to his bank cards then?

Cherie entered the string of numbers she remembered from her memories as an attempt to enter his home.

Boyle stared intensely at her in secret as she entered the string of correct numbers.

After Cherie finished entering the numbers, the door clicked open.

Cherie was stunned while still carrying Boyle by her shoulders.

She had once again returned to the same spot she left seven years ago.

It seemed those sweet and cruel memories started flooding back in her head just by standing at the door.

She had spent countless amazing nights here and had eaten the world's most delicious lasagna here. She had also fallen in love with the man she once thought was the best.

She was starting to tear up.

Cherie took a deep breath and entered the house while carrying Boyle.

Boyle reached out behind him and shut the door.

When the door closed, they entered a world that belonged to them without the intrusion of anyone else.

Cherie carried him over to the couch. Although Boyle had quite the slender figure, his height difference made him quite heavy for Cherie to move. When Cherie was placing him down on the couch, Boyle did not let go of her waist which caused her to fall onto Boyle's chest. Both of them had fallen on top of the soft couch cushion.

Cherie was laying on top of his chest. However, Boyle seemed completely unresponsive as he reached out with both arms and seemed to be hugging her like a pillow before pulling her into his arms.

She was lying extremely close to his chest.

Her ears were pressed against his chest and she could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.

Cherie was speechless.

It seemed the entire world had gone silent and all she could hear was his labored breathing and heartbeat.

"Boyle?"

The man was unresponsive.

Cherie pushed against his chest and wanted to crawl out of his arms but she was being cuddled back into his embrace again.