Chapter 169 She’s Not a Maid
“Silly girl,” Damien muttered, ruffling her hair gently.
Cherise was so excited about going back to her hometown the next day that she didn’t sleep well the whole night.
“Hey, sleepyhead. You’re up before me today.”
“Yeah, we’re going back to my hometown today. I’m so excited!”
Cherise tied on an apron and went to the kitchen to help.
She furrowed her brow and looked at the maid busy in the kitchen. “Huh? Isn’t Frances supposed to be making breakfast today?”
Why is someone else making breakfast today? Is she sick?
The maid cooking smiled and replied, “Frances got lucky! Mr. Belcourt, Mr. Lenoir’s good. friend, came over yesterday and specifically requested Frances to serve him.”
She continued with a hint of envy, “According to Mr. Hampson, it seems that Mr. Belcourt has taken a liking to Frances!”
“Can you believe it? Frances is in her forties and divorced twice, but she landed at and talented guy like Mr. Belcourt. I’m so jealous!”
Cherise nodded as if she understood. She then started cooking the porridge.
young.
Cherise nodded knowingly and started cooking the porridge. But she couldn’t help but feel a bit sad about not seeing Frances again.
At the Belcourt Residence, Frances stood nervously in front of Lennon. “Mr. Belcourt, Mr. Lenoir said I should be your maid from now on.”
Lennon stared at Frances, who had dressed up for the occasion, and his eyes almost. popped out of his head. “What? Why??”
Frances looked innocent. “Didn’t you request for the youngest maid in the Lenoir Manor?”
“That’s me.”
“I’m the youngest.”
Meanwhile, Damien had been awakened by Lennon’s phone call. He answered the phone with his eyes closed. “What’s up?”
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“Damien, what the hell is wrong with you?!” Lennon was furious. “I asked you to send the youngest maid over, and you sent Frances instead!”
Damien yawned. “Isn’t Frances the youngest?”
He didn’t care much about the ages of the household staff.
“What the heck?!” Lennon yelled on the other end of the phone. “I saw a younger maid in your garden yesterday, watering the plants. She’s young, beautiful, a bit blurry, and incredibly cute! That’s the one I want!”
Damien raised an eyebrow. “How young is she?”
He got up and started getting ready for the day. “I don’t remember having a young maid in my house.”
“Yes, you do!” Lennon fumed. “I saw her in the yard yesterday. She was watering the plants!”
Young, beautiful, a bit blurry, but cute? Damien recalled the girl who had been soaked and had thrown herself into his arms yesterday.
“Your description is spot on.” He spat his mouthwash and said, “But she’s not a maid.”
Lennon raised an eyebrow. “Then who is she?”
“When it’s time for you to know, you’ll find out.
Damien hung up the phone coldly.
On the other end of the line, Lennon stared at the phone in disbelief.
After hanging up, Damien sat in a wheelchair and went downstairs.
His young wife donned a pink apron and was setting breakfast on the table.
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