Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 986

Cherie was having a conversation with Whitney over the phone one random day.

It seemed that Whitney was doing most of the talking since she was a talkative person.

"Hey, did you know that Hector is now dating Layla? Those two are from two distinctly different worlds and yet they somehow ended up together. This is too peculiar now. Say Cherie, do you think that since Layla isn't able to marry Boyle, she's dating Hector just to get back at Boyle?"

Whitney's imagination made Cherie roll her eyes as she said, "Why don't I know about you having such a crazy imagination back then? Why don't you become an author instead?"

Whitney replied, 'I'm not good enough to write novels but honestly though, do you think that Layla even likes Hector? If she doesn't then it'll be pretty sad for our Hector!"

"If Layla doesn't like Hector then why would she even date him in the first place? Layla isn't a perfectionist and besides, she hasn't exactly dated Boyle anyway so what reason does she even have to use Hector just to get back at Boyle?"

Cherie was indirectly hinting at Whitney in an elegant way to not drag Boyle into this.

Whitney replied, "Fair point. Well, even if she's using Hector to get back at Boyle, your Boyle wouldn't even care about that anyway. However, I heard that they'll be getting married soon. They should be inviting both you and Boyle to their wedding."

Cherie simply replied, "Sure." She did not seem to care much.

It was extremely hot in the capital during June and it was also the best time to go for a swim.

Whitney said, "Hey Cherie, let's go for a swim."

"Don't you have to take care of your child?"

"My little rascal has just gone to sleep and his grandmother will be taking care of him later, so I'm pretty much free at noon."

Cherie immediately agreed to her invitation.

She brought along her swimwear and a floaty as she was about to head out.

However, Boyle just returned home the moment she was about to head out.

Boyle stopped her by the entrance as he asked, "What are you doing with your floaty?"

"Whitney invited me out for a swim."

"I'll drive you there. I'd be worried if you drove there alone."

Cherie was speechless.

It was intense to have her husband watch over her every move like a hawk.

However, Cherie seemed to enjoy it.

Boyle turned around and buckled her seat belt for her when they were in the car.

Boyle's wife lamented in a dissatisfied tone, "Boyle, did you know that other people say that usually, the boyfriend would only control their girlfriends before they get married and after they do, it's usually the wife who controls the husband. Why do I feel like you're always the one controlling me before and after our marriage?"

Boyle took a glance at her before asking, "You don't feel free?"

The truth was, he was only trying to be thoughtful and had no intention in controlling her.

Cherie said, "No, I just feel incredibly secure when you control me all the time."

However, the only thing she did not like was his refusal to allow her to order any grilled or fried foods in the middle of the night.

Boyle stopped the car at the entrance of the pool as Cherie got out of the car with her little floaty before walking over to Boyle and giving him a kiss while hugging his neck.

He was like a parent who was sending his own child to swimming lessons.

However, not long after Cherie entered the pool, Boyle felt worried and decided to follow her in.

After Cherie entered the pool and met up with Whitney, the duo went into the change room to change into their swimwear.

Due to Cherie's incredibly attractive look and her amazing body in addition to her extremely revealing swimwear, her pure and innocent appearance caught the attention of other men around the pool.

Whitney inched closer to her, reached out and gave the little fabric that was covering Cherie's snow white chest a tug before mumbling in a soft tone, "Those men are all staring at your chest. I need you to yell for your Boyle and rip all of their eyes out later."

However, just as Cherie was about to jump into the pool with her little floaty…

"Cherie."

Boyle came over to her while wearing his white shirt and a pair of black jeans.

Cherie asked, "What are you doing here?"

Boyle took a glance at how little clothing his wife was wearing as his eyes dimmed before grabbing a towel from Whitney and wrapping it around Cherie's body.

"You'd get cold with how little you're dressed."

Boyle felt like gauging everyone's eyes out when they were blatantly violating Cherie's body with their perverted gaze.

Cherie frowned as she said, "But I'm going to swim now."

Boyle hugged his wife and said, "Let's go home, I'll swim with you in our pool at home."

'Liar, swimming at home would only be soaking in the bathtub.'