Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 891

Cherie glared at him.

They glared at each other for a few seconds. Boyle suppressed his anger and let go of her wrist. He turned around and strode out of the bedroom.

He sat down on the sofa and tried to calm himself down.

Boyle pinched the bridge of his nose as he took out a cigarette pack and a lighter from the drawer of the coffee table.

Click.

He lit the cigarette up and quietly smoked.

His pent-up emotions started to cool down gradually after smoking.

Cherie came out of the bedroom and walked straight to the hallway without even casting a glance at the man sitting on the sofa.

Boyle stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray. Then, he lifted his eyes to look at her with a frown on his face. “Where are you going?”

She looked like a kid throwing a tantrum.

Cherie answered without turning her head back, “I’m going home.”

Boyle got up and walked up to her with his long legs. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her back from the hallway, and pinned her against the wall.

She was trapped in his embrace.

The man lowered his head to look at her. “This is your house.”

“No.”

Boyle was frustrated yet he could not bear to lose his temper at her. He said, “Was racing your idea or Gale’s idea?”

“It was my idea.” It was indeed her suggestion. She wanted to try racing.

Boyle’s frown deepened. He was extremely frustrated. “What attracted you to racing?”

“The thrill.”

“There’s a lot of other thrilling stuff you can do.”

Cherie answered, “But I like racing.

Boyle gritted his teeth as he said, “Fine”.

Anyway, he already purchased the land in Mount Zion. Since she loved racing so much, she could race as much as she wanted now.

He would get someone to build fences and walls around the racing track.

Then, she could race to her heart’s content. It was all up to her.

Cherie asked, “Can I leave now?”

Boyle loosened his grip on her wrist but he did not let her go completely. He pulled her and hugged her tightly as she was about to leave.

He looked at her red left wrist as he hugged her and realised he gripped her too hard that her wrist turned red.

He caressed her wrist softly with his fingertips.

There was a faint cut on the inner part of her fair left wrist.

Boyle’s heart ached.

It must be the scar left behind by her cutting herself four years ago when she tried to commit suicide.

The cut must have been so deep to be still visible even after four years. It did not seem like it would fade at all.

Damn it, he did not even realize it previously.

Staring at her nonchalant face, Boyle said, “You’re allowed to race if you want to but I must be present. I don’t want what happened today to happen again.”

Cherie was getting somewhat impatient. She pushed him away and wanted to leave.

Boyle pulled her back.

Cherie finally lost her temper, “Boyle Lawson, what else do you have to say?”

Boyle hugged her from behind. He lowered and pressed his body against her as he pinched her chin with his slender fingers and turned her head to make her face him. He pressed a kiss on her lips, followed by another kiss on her cheek.

There was a faint smell of tobacco. He smoked.

The man stared into her eyes deeply as he said, “Never allow other guys to kiss you next time.”

“What’s wrong with other guys kissing me? Who are you to me?”

Boyle was unhappy upon hearing her indifferent tone. He frowned and kept a straight face. “I won’t do anything to you but I’ll kill the guy who kisses you.”

Cherie was speechless.

What an overbearing and shameless guy.

Did Boyle really study business when he was in the United States? It seemed more like he learned how to threaten people!

“You can’t threaten me. It’s not that easy to lay your hands on the Gales’ family.”