Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 847

Whitney noticed Cherie was distracted and she waved her hand at her face. “Cher, what are you looking at? Let’s go.”

Cherie came back to her senses, withdrew her gaze and said, “Let’s go.”

However, Whitney followed her gaze and spotted Boyle and Layla.

Whitney raged. “That bastard just broke up with you and now he’s together with Layla? He couldn’t have been previously sailing two boats at the same time, right?”

“I need to teach them a lesson!”

Cherie quickly covered Whitney’s mouth and dragged her out of the cafeteria.

Whitney pried her hand off her mouth the moment they left the cafeteria. She frowned and asked, “Why did you stop me?”

Cherie answered with downcast eyes and her shoulder slumped. “We had broken up. Besides, do you think you can argue with Boyle if you go and confront him?”

“...” That was true.

She patted her chest and said, “But I’d rather have my blood shed than being humiliated!”

Cherie tittered, “Let’s go. We have classes in the afternoon.”

“Alright. Let’s go then. Don’t take their words to heart. They’re just spectators who don’t know the truth.”

“Okay. I didn’t take their words to heart. Also, I just remembered that the digital piano Tyler gave me is with Boyle. That’s my birthday present from Tyler, so I should probably take it back, right?”

“Of course you should. If Tyler were to know that the piano he gave you is in his rival’s house, he would be pissed. Tyler’s a decent person. You should just forget about Boyle and get together with Tyler.”

Cherie rebuked, “I will despise myself if I do so. Tyler’s not on my back burner.”

“I’m just kidding. When are you collecting your piano? I’ll ask Huntley to help out as well.”

Cherie did not want to trouble Huntley. She had broken up with Boyle and he was a close friend of Boyle’s. She did not want Huntley to feel awkward being stuck in between her and Boyle.

“I haven’t thought of it yet. I’ll let you know when I’ve made my decision.”

Whitney did not think much about it and answered, “Okay.”

…

She did not unfollow Boyle on Twitter.

His username on his Twitter was still the same as before which was, “Working Hard For Cherie.”

Cherie found the username a tad of an eyesore.

She mustered her courage and sent a message to Boyle. [I’ll go to your house together with the removals to collect my piano at six in the evening.]

She thought Boyle would not bother to reply to her message and did not expect to receive a reply within seconds. [Okay. I will wait for you at home.]

She hesitated for awhile and replied, [Just change your username on Twitter, okay? We’ve broken up already.]

Boyle did not reply to her afterward.

Cherie closed the chat box and deleted their conversation. She wanted to unfollow him but after hesitating for awhile, she switched her phone off instead.

…

After her afternoon classes ended, Cherie contacted the removals company.

As she could not move the piano to her dorm due to insufficient space, she called Aunt Helen and asked for her permission to store the piano at Gale’s house.

Cherie’s classes ended earlier than usual and hence, it was only half-past five when she arrived at Greentown neighborhood.

She did not enter the passcode and enter the house as before. Since they had broken up, she felt a little inappropriate to enter Boyle’s house on her own.

Besides, she was uncertain if the password on the door lock was still the same. He might have changed the passcode to the time when he first met Layla. Who knows?

She sat by the emergency exit staircase while waiting for Boyle and the removals to arrive.

Boyle reached home at fifteen minutes to six.

He figured that Cherie had not arrived yet as she was always late for every occasion. Hence, he gave her a call to notify her that he was home.

As the call went through, Cherie’s ringing tone could be heard from the emergency exit.

Boyle turned around and headed toward the exit, only to find her sitting by the staircase with her arms wrapped around her legs and her head resting on her knees.

He ended the call and walked toward her. “Why didn’t you go inside and wait for me?”

Cherie knew Boyle was threatening her. He was obviously stating his point that he would not agree with her taking Boney away.

She was fumed the more she thought of it.

She grunted, “Insane!”

Boyle smiled as he stared at her angry, adorable face.

“You can come over and visit Boney when you’re free. You have visitation rights to do so.”

Cherie was speechless. Who did he think Boney was? Their child? Visitation rights? Was he addicted to being a lawyer?

Soon, the removals arrived.

As the workers were carrying the piano, Cherie reminded them to be careful and not scratch the piano.

Boyle asked, “Where are you planning to keep the piano?”

“I’ll put it at Tyler’s house. Having said that, it’s none of your business anymore.”

Boyle was a little jealous. The girl he once doted on and was intimate with was now looking for other guys.

Cherie followed behind the workers as they carried the piano out of the house. However, Boyle grabbed her wrist and shoved her up against the wall by the entrance.

The man looked at her with his downcast, stony eyes. He questioned, “You just broke up with me and now you’re looking for your childhood sweetheart. Cherie, do you think it’s right to do so?”

She stared at him as she smirked, “As you said, we’ve broken up. Since we’ve broken up, do you have an issue with me finding my childhood sweetheart?”

Cherie thought to herself, ‘Besides, didn’t he hang around with Layla after we broke up?

Does that mean Gods may do what cattle may not? What kind of logic is that?’

Cherie retracted her hand from his palms and reminded him, “Besides, the one who suggested breaking up was you, not me. You’re the one who’s at fault here.”

Boyle’s gaze darkened.

Indeed. He was the one who was guilty of hurting her. It had always been that way.