Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 943

Cherie wanted to drink coke halfway through their lunch. Boyle stood up and went into the house to get her some coke.

However, Cherie said, “I hid the coke. You don’t know where I kept it.”

Boyle was slightly stunned before he smiled at her gently. He really did not know where Cherie kept the coke.

Cherie said, “I’ll go get it myself.”

Boyle thought she looked fine. It suddenly occurred to him that she had to receive isolation treatment soon. Hence, he did not follow her. “Come back and have your food after you get your coke. The corn will be ready soon.”

Cherie let out a hum and said, “Alright.”

Then, she ran into the mansion in her slippers under the sun.

She had hidden the coke in a discreet corner in the kitchen.

Cherie was about to go out after taking a bottle of coke, but her gaze fell onto the kitchen knives.

She stopped in her tracks as she was attracted to the knives.

The coke in her hands fell to the floor.

…

It was in the yard in the mansion.

The corn on the charcoal grill was ready.

Boyle took a glance inside the mansion, but he could not see her through the French window as it was too far away.

Boyle felt somewhat worried. He said, “I’ll go check on her.”

Why did she take so long to take a can of coke?

Whitney smiled. She was munching on her lamb skewer with one hand while holding Huntley’s arm. “Learn from Boyle. He can’t leave his wife alone for more than three minutes. You won’t even miss me if we’re apart for three days.”

“Who said that? I’m dying to see you even if we were just separated for three hours.”

“Oh, please. The only thing men do is lie.”

Hector closed his eyes and said, “Stop it, you guys. You guys have been showing me too much affection today. Can’t you guys just let me eat in peace?”

…

Boyle went into the mansion and called out, “Rie?”

There was no response.

Boyle called her name again as he walked inside, “Rie?”

As soon as he arrived at the kitchen, he found the floor filled with blood.

A fruit knife was left on the bloodied floor.

Boyle’s gaze moved from the floor to Cherie’s fair arm. Blood was trickling down her wound. It looked gruesome.

Boyle strode over to her and hugged her.

“Rie, what are you doing?”

Boyle reached out his hand and covered her bleeding wound. His eyes turned red as he was panicking.

Cherie leaned into his embrace. Her eyes were empty.

After a while, Huntley and the rest went in to look for Boyle and Cherie.

They were shocked to see the kitchen floor smeared with blood when they went inside.

Boyle carried Cherie and rushed over to Huntley and the rest who were frozen in their spots. “Why are you guys just standing there? Call the ambulance!”

Boyle buried his head into Cherie’s neck. His eyes were bloodshot.

“Do you know how much my heart aches seeing you like that?”

Cherie looked at him and said, “I just somehow felt like slashing myself.”

Boyle’s heart ached harder.

He held onto Cherie who was injured close to himself, as though he wanted to become one with her.