Chapter 789 Tactics In Winning Her Dream Guy's Heart 1

Although Boyle had beaten Caleb into a pulp, Boyle's face was not completely unscathed either. Both Layla and Cherie brought Boyle to the infirmary. The campus doctor was currently dressing the wound at the corner of Boyle's mouth. Cherie peeked her head through the door as she observed everything going on in the inside. Layla had a bitter look on her face as she stood beside Boyle in the infirmary. "How could you act so impulsive, Boyle? If Caleb doesn't drop the issue and actually goes to get his injuries assessed and submits the report to the school's board, you’ll face disciplinary actions from the school." Boyle remained silent as he only forced a slight frown, completely ignoring Layla. Layla felt a little displeased as she continued, "This is your final year. If you face any form of disciplinary action, the consequences will be really serious. You've worked so hard to get to where you are now, and yet you…" "Enough, Layla." Boyle cut her off as he frowned harder. The school's doctor was a fifty-year-old elderly man wearing a pair of extremely thick glasses. He asked Boyle with a smile, "Which one is your girlfriend? The one standing by the door seems as if her eyes are about to fall out from staring at you for so long." The one inside had quite a lot to say. Layla pouted her lips and seemed quite anxious to hear Boyle's answer. Boyle casually replied, "None of them. You’re mistaken." The old doctor was speechless. 'Hmph, serves this brat right to be single.' "It's all done. There shouldn't be too much of a problem. Just try not to get your wound in contact with any water." Just as Boyle was about to walk out of the infirmary, he met Cherie's concerned gaze by the door. "Does it hurt, Boyle?" Layla was unhappy as she said, "Look at how badly he’s been beaten. How could it not hurt?" Cherie felt a little bad as he had gotten injured because of her. She pouted her lips as she lowered her beady eyes. Boyle stared at the depressed little girl who seemed like a child that had something done wrong. However, he was unsure why he actually calmly replied to her, "Don't worry about it, I'm fine." The woman immediately raised her little face and shot an innocent smile at him as she said through her row of pearly white teeth, "I’m glad you're okay." Boyle held back the temptation to pat her little head. His throat twitched. Layla reminded him, "We should get going, Boyle. We still need to meet the professor at noon." Boyle nodded. Although he seemed cold, he walked away with Layla. At that moment, Cherie received a phone call from Whitney. She asked Cherie where she was and they soon agreed to meet up at the cafeteria. … After ordering their food when they arrived at the cafeteria, Cherie and Whitney ran into Boyle and Layla again. Cherie and Whitney shamelessly brought their trays along with them and walked over to their table. Whitney asked, "Are any of the seats around you taken, Boyle?" "No." Cherie and Whitney sat with them. Originally, Boyle and Layla were sitting facing each other. Now however, Cherie sat next to Boyle, while Whitney sat beside Layla. Layla had completely lost her appetite since she had gone through so much today. All the incidents combined soured her mood for the rest of the day. Cherie raised her chin in a smug manner while she ate. Since no one was Boyle's official girlfriend yet, did it not mean they were in a somewhat fair competition against each other at the moment? Not to mention, Boyle made no remarks of her being annoying, so what right did Layla even have to send her away? The entire atmosphere felt very awkward. Whitney let out an awkward cough before saying, "Thank you for everything today, Boyle. You should really treat Boyle to a meal next time, Cherie!" Before Cherie could say anything, Boyle immediately interjected, "There's no need for that." This remark made Layla feel slightly better as she knew Boyle was completely uninterested in the little brat and was nothing more than another random student to him. Layla took a glance at Boyle's plate and noticed he only had vegetables, so she placed a piece of chicken on it. "You need to eat more, Boyle." Cherie was speechless. Layla actually handed a piece of chicken over to Boyle with her own fork. She actually thought she was his actual girlfriend even though Boyle had already denied that Layla was his girlfriend earlier at the infirmary! Cherie stirred her food around furiously, her appetite gone. Fortunately for her, Boyle never touched that piece of chicken even after he was done with his food. After they were done eating, they parted ways with Boyle and Layla when they got out of the cafeteria. However, Cherie was in quite a good mood. Whitney felt something was off about her as she asked, "What crimes have you committed, Cherie? I somehow feel like something's not right about you." She was actually humming merrily. She could not possibly be this happy when Layla was present earlier. Cherie exclaimed confidently, "Boyle will contact me on his own in less than twenty-four hours." Whitney was intrigued as she asked, "What did you do?" Cherie whispered into Whitney's ear, "I snuck my phone in his bag while we were eating earlier." Whitney was speechless. Whitney then gave her a thumbs-up as she said, "Not bad! Well done! Oh, Cherie, when love gets to your head, you truly come up with all sorts of ideas!" Cherie scoffed as she said, "My brain is pretty useful on a normal day too!" "Fair point, since you were able to enter Capital City University despite constantly fooling around. Furthermore, you're extremely talented at playing the piano. You’re definitely smart, alright. The only time you're actually dumb is when you're around Boyle." Cherie replied in a carefree tone, "I think Boyle is pretty alright." "Oh, please. Boyle isn't actually one of us yet, but you keep poking the bear somehow. One of these days, Boyle will be your downfall." Cherie raised her little face with a smug look as she said, "Whatever you say!" Whitney asked, "What are you going to do now that you don’t have a phone?" "I've come prepared. I still have my tablet." … When Boyle returned home, the phone in his backpack began to ring. However, his phone was on the table. When he opened his backpack, the caller ID on the bright display showed it was from Tyler. He frowned after taking the phone out from his backpack since it kept ringing. He could not hang up the call, so he decided to pick it up. "Are you busy recently, Jelly Bean? Why didn't you reply to my text?" This was definitely Cherie's phone since Boyle remembered her Facebook username was 'Fudd family's Little Jelly Bean'. Boyle replied, "I'm not Cherie." When Tyler heard a man's voice, he was immediately on guard as he asked, "Who on Earth are you? Why is Cherie's phone with you?" "She left it with me by accident. I’ll return it to her tomorrow at school." After hanging up the call, Boyle slapped his forehead while staring at the phone. It did not take long for him to receive a text. [Hey Boyle, I think I've left my phone with you. Did you see it during lunch?] Boyle initially typed, ‘It's with me’. However, he deleted the text to type out a new reply. [No.] Cherie who was using a tablet felt puzzled as she wondered if he did not check his backpack or she had missed her shot when she snuck her phone into his backpack. Cherie continued. [Are you sure you didn't see it?] After about a minute, he replied. [Has your phone grown legs?] Cherie was puzzled. [It's in my backpack.] Cherie pretended to not understand what he meant.