Chapter 165 Damien’s Wife
Fortunately, he had a habit of keeping spare clothes in his car since he frequently went on business trips.
“Oh, right away!”
Cherise took the car keys and went to his car. Sure enough, she found a complete set of men’s clothing on the back seat. She quickly grabbed it and ran over to Lennon. “Here.”
Lennon shot her a stern glance. “Can’t you see my current state? And you expect me to hold these clothes?”
Is she blind or something?
Cherise blinked, realizing her oversight. “Oh, right.”
She pursed her lips. “I’ll hold them for you, then.”
The man raised an eyebrow. “Take me to the changing room.”
“Of course!”
While clutching Lennon’s clothes, Cherise guided him to a nearby gardener’s resting area. “No one uses this room. You can change here.”
Cherise placed the clothes on a chair and was about to leave.
“Not yet.”
Lennon gave a resigned glance at the young woman’s innocent look, baffled by how someone as oblivious and slow as her could have managed to keep her job without getting fired.
Cherise turned around with a puzzled expression. Just in time, she caught a glimpse of Lennon unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his well-defined abs.
Her face flushed, and she quickly looked away. “Is there anything else?”
“Send my clothes for dry cleaning.” Lennon nonchalantly handed his wet clothes to Cherise. “I thought you, like other women, got me wet just to admire my abs.”
Cherise didn’t expect his teasing response. She hadn’t done it intentionally; she hadn’t even known he was there!
“Silence implies agreement, doesn’t it?”
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Cherise blushed with her eyes closed as Lennon lightly pinched her cheek.
Where did Damien find this charming and innocent girl?
If it were up to him, he’d never have the heart to let such an adorable woman work as a maid.
Cherise moved away from Lennon’s touch, not out of excitement or embarra*sment, but rather a discomfort at being touched by a man other than Damien.
“Are you… done changing?” She asked with gritted teeth.
“I’m done.”
Lennon raised his hand, using his shirt to bundle the wet clothes, and handed them all to Cherise. “Walk two blocks down the street and take the second left to find the dry cleaner’s. shop. Don’t mess it up.”
“Alright!” Cherise turned away, holding the clothes, and hurriedly ran off.
Lennon stood still, watching her petite figure. A sly grin spread across his face.
Given his friendship with Damien, asking him for a maid from his household shouldn’t be too hard, right?
“Where’s your wife?”
Sitting in the living room, Lennon sipped his tea and asked casually.
Damien’s brow furrowed slightly. “Probably at school.”
During breakfast, he had been preoccupied with addressing some European matters alongside Mr. Hampson in the study, inadvertently neglecting Cherise.
But she should be in school at this hour.
“Oh, didn’t know she’s still a student.”
Lennon teased Damien with a suggestive look. “I can’t believe the celibate Damien Lenoir is interested in a young girl.”
Damien sipped his tea, his expression unwavering. “I remember warning you that disrespecting me, a.k.a your boss, would result in a 50% pay cut.”
Lennon chuckled. “Do I look like I care about the salary?”
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With that, he leisurely stretched. “Anyway, you brought me back with a scheme to let you and your wife escape to the countryside for a few days. Don’t you think you should at least
show your appreciation for my help or something?”
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