Chapter 112 No One Is Allowed to Give Her Food
Cherise silently covered her mouth and nose as she got choked up. Donât cry! I canât cry!
Why did she feel grieved? She knew early on that Damien hadnât married her just because
he liked her.
She was just what he received in return for what he paid for.
She should have followed her initial plan of obediently being his wife, serving him three. meals daily, and caring for him for the rest of his life.
She could also conveniently bear him a child.
She shouldnât have made unreasonable requests.
She shouldnât have felt aggrieved at his indifference.
It was her fault!
She couldnât be so emotional!
She should be an emotionless baby-birthing machine to repay her debt!
But the more she thought about it, the more upset she grew.
In the end, she cried, feeling wronged.
He was clearly in the wrong.
She didnât lose her temper with him.
She even asked him nicely to let them go.
But that didnât work!
When Cherise thought about it, she picked up her cell phone, feeling aggrieved. âLucyâŠâ
In the dining room downstairs, the air was exceptionally stifling.
Even Blake, who usually liked eating barbecued ribs, didnât dare to take any.
It was because the barbecued ribs were next to a particular man with a dark expression.
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Damien took a bite of his food coldly before putting his cutlery down heavily. âBlake.â
The thirteen-year-old boy was so startled that his cutlery almost fell to the floor. âYes,
Dame?â
âWhat time did Cherry eat lunch?â
Blake furrowed his brows and pondered. âEleven oâclock.â
The frown on Damienâs brows deepened.
After a long time, he said with a dark expression, âFrances.â
âYes.â
âBring food to Cherise.â
It was past seven oâclock now. How could she not be hungry after not eating for eight hours?!
This foolish dunce. She wasnât eating because of other peopleâs matters?!
Upon hearing it, Frances immediately went to the kitchen to pick out Cheriseâs favorite. dishes and carried them to her.
Five minutes later, Frances carried the untouched food down miserably.
âMr. Lenoir, I persuaded Mrs. Lenoir for a long time, but she doesnât want to eat.â
âShe said she wonât eat if you donât promise her.â
The air in the dining room instantly felt more stifling.
Damien picked up his cutlery and ate a few bites of his food. Every bite tasted strange.
Ultimately, the man slammed his utensils on the table viciously. âShe doesnât have to eat for all I care! Who is she threatening?â
âMr. Hampson, take note. No one is allowed to give her food!â
Cherise kept her word.
She said she wouldnât eat, so she didnât.
The following morning, Frances exited Cheriseâs room miserably again with an untouched breakfast. âMr. Lenoir, Mrs. Lenoir still refuses to eat.â
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Damienâs brows furrowed viciously.
This girl is still as stubborn as always.
He narrowed his eyes. âWhat did she say?â
âShe saidâŠâ
Frances spoke carefully. âShe said if you donât admit your mistake and agree to her. request, sheâll starve herself to deathâŠâ
âSnap The utensils in Damienâs hands were broken into two.
The entire villa fell into a pin-drop silence.
âDonât eat for all I care!â
Damien gritted his teeth. âShe doesnât want to eat? Iâll see how long she can persist!â
He should be correcting her habit of being stubborn!
âYouâre feeling angry and indignant.â
After the man spoke, the young boy in a navy blue outfit pursed his lips before picking up his utensils and eating ravenously.
Damien narrowed his eyes. Although furious, he had no choice but to admit that the young boyâs observation was correct.
His painstaking effort of hiring dozens of private tutors for the young boy annually for the past few years wasnât in vain!
