Chapter 783 Boyle's Facebook Account

"Caleb, did you know that Boyle worked hard to get his scholarship every year? Heck, his tuition fees are even completely waived by the school so how could he possibly have the money to repay your limited edition AJ sneakers?" "I don't think Boyle even knows what limited edition AJ sneakers are." "I truly don't understand what those women are thinking when they flock all over you. I thought women these days would rather cry in a luxury car than to laugh about Boyle's crappy old bike." That mocking statement made the group of guys cackle out loud behind him. That 'Caleb' guy threw a pack of tissue next to Boyle's feet. Caleb mocked with a smug look on his face, "I don't think you'd be able to afford to pay for this pair of shoes so I'm not going to force you to. However, all that I need you to do is to wipe my shoes clean." Cherie had never expected that she would be able to witness a bullying incident on her first day. Whitney could not help but exclaim, "These people had gone way too far now! They were the ones who bumped into him in the first place and yet they're bullying him with their numbers!" Cherie could not stand watching other people getting bullied by the greater numbers so she eyeballed Whitney and said, "You like Boyle right? Let's go help him out." "Help him out? Look at their numbers though!" "But we're in a school. I refuse to believe that they'd dare beat him up!" Cherie strode over after she was done saying that. She then told the instigator, "Hey, you've dropped your tissue. Even a child knows not to litter. How could you not know about it when you're already an adult?" Caleb was a little stunned and was about to explode in a fit of rage since he was displeased at some random person ruining his fun. However, when Caleb took a glance at her, his rage dissipated significantly when he noticed Cherie's tender white little face. He was also tongue-tied in that instant. Since he could not bring himself to explode at a beautiful woman, all he could do was let it slide. Caleb pointed at Boyle and said, "He stepped on my shoes so don't you think it's only right for him to wipe my shoes clean?" Cherie lowered her head to take a glance at Caleb's white shoe. She raised her brows when she thought about how she could toy with him. Hence, Cherie nodded in agreement as she said, "Yeah, it looks filthy alright. I don't think wiping it alone will do the trick." Caleb could not agree more when he heard that beautiful woman's remark. He said, "Right? My request isn't too unreasonable after all." Cherie then took out a water bottle from her bag, opened it and immediately poured it on Caleb's shoes. Caleb immediately jumped backward as he exclaimed, "Hey! What are you doing!" Cherie cracked a huge innocent smile, revealing her row of pearly whites as she said, "I'm helping you wash your limited edition AJ sneakers!" Caleb stomped his feet as he exclaimed, "Don't you understand that my limited edition AJ sneakers can't be washed at all?" Caleb frowned in extreme frustration as he waved his hands around and said, "Fine, forget it. You're lucky today, Boyle. I'll stop messing with that brat for your sake today!" When Caleb walked past Boyle, he left him with a stern warning. "You had help this time but I won't let you go this easily next time!" Boyle's gaze looked completely devoid of any emotion from the start. After the group of people left, Whitney came over while laughing hysterically. She said, "Hahaha. Well done, Cherie! Water on sneakers? Hahahah…" Cherie clapped her hands as she stared at the group of arrogant people. She scoffed and said, "Those arrogant people should really get some help!" However, after Cherie was done punishing the bully, Boyle actually wanted to turn around and leave without saying a word. Cherie called out to him, "Hey, we risked our lives to save you earlier. Are you not going to even thank us?" Whitney added, "That's right. You should at least leave us with your Facebook account since we've helped you!" Cherie was speechless as she knew that lovestruck Whitney would no doubt say something this stupid! Boyle paused before turning around to look at Cherie. His gaze seemed cold as he uttered a single word without any emotion in his tone, "Thanks." That single 'thanks' felt insincere and cold. It was unsure why exactly but Cherie suddenly felt like making things difficult for him. Perhaps she recalled when he insulted her that night at the Fudd family home or perhaps she noticed how fearless he seemed at the face of danger. She did not want to let him go that easily. "I don't accept verbal thanks." Boyle's eyelids twitched as his gaze glimmered slightly. He said, "How do you want me to thank you then?" "I… I haven't thought of anything yet for now! I'll let you know when I finally thought about something." Boyle suddenly walked over to her after she finished saying that. She instinctively took a step back. However, the man had already grabbed her right wrist with his huge hand. Cherie frowned while she struggled. "What are you doing?" Boyle had already pried open her palm before taking out a pen and wrote a series of numbers on her palm. Her palm felt itchy when the tip of the pen brushed against it. He had a neutral gaze when he withdrew the pen. He merely said in a cold tone, "This is my number. Call me when you think about it. I don't like owing people favors." Cherie stared at the series of numbers on her palm before raising her head and staring at Boyle's back. She felt a little puzzled. It seemed like the itchy feeling on her palm was still lingering. Whitney hugged her shoulder before staring at the man as she said, "Say Cherie, do you think Boyle actually likes you?" "Cough." Cherie was speechless. Boyle's cold and arrogant look seemed like he had feelings for her? He only wished to be left alone earlier and that was why he gave her his phone number earlier, right? Cherie brushed it off as she grabbed Whitney and said, "Let's go. Treat me to a cup of milk tea!" "Hey, if you share that very attractive Boyle's number with me, I'll let you add more toppings in your milk tea!" Cherie opened her palm and showed it to Whitney as she said, "Go ahead and take it if you want. I think he's not even serious in giving us his number earlier. Not to mention that he looks excruciatingly arrogant earlier so even if you're able to add his Facebook account with this number, I don't think he'll accept your request anyway." "How would I know if we never try, right? Maybe I might even get lucky!" Cherie was speechless. Was she going to add him later? … She had an amazing time eating and drinking her heart out with Whitney in the capital for an entire day. She received a text message from Whitney when she laid in bed back in her room after she was done with her shower. "I've sent him the request a lot earlier but now he hasn't even accepted it yet." Just as Cherie was about to tell her to give up, Whitney continued with a determined tone, "I will send him another request!" Cherie replied with a speechless emoji. Cherie found it hard to get used to the change from laying in a soft mattress to a stiff hard one since this was also her first time leaving home to somewhere this far. She could not sleep. Somehow, she remembered Boyle's number that was scribbled on her palm. Since she was curious, she suddenly felt like giving it a try by adding him. Hence, she switched on the flashlight from her phone and shone the light on her palm. However, it seemed that after scrubbing her palm for a few times when she showered, that number was long scrubbed clean! Cherie was speechless.