Chapter 170 Blake Tagging Along
Seeing him come downstairs, she smiled sweetly. “Honey, you’re up!”
Damien nodded. “What smells so good?”
Cherise wiped her hands and rushed over, pushing his wheelchair. “Our hometown is pretty far away, so I made your favorite pies just in case you get hungry in the morning.”
She parked his wheelchair and brought over the bowl and cutleries. “Eat up, honey!”
Damien calmly accepted what she handed him. “Were you watering the plants outside. yesterday?”
Cherise was a bit puzzled. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”
His deep voice carried a hint of amusement. “Anything interesting happened yesterday?”
Cherise furrowed her brow as she thought. “Well, I guess… Yesterday, there was a car parked in front of our house. Maybe it was a neighbor who got lost?”
“And then, when that person came into the garden, my water hose happened to get pulled. apart, so he got soaked.”
Cherise pouted. “He was a little strange and had a bad temper. He asked me to fetch him some clothes to change into and acted arrogant, making me take his clothes to the dry. cleaner some more.”
Damien nodded in agreement.
Based on Cherise’s account, it made sense.
It seemed that Lennon had been the one who got soaked by the water yesterday, and he probably mistook Cherise for a household servant, which was why he had asked for the youngest maid.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “That guy has pretty good taste. Too bad this woman is already mine.”
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Cherise asked cautiously, noticing that he was lost in thought.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Damien smiled faintly. “Where’s the dry cleaning receipt?”
“Here it is.” Cherise retrieved the neatly folded receipt from her pocket. “When I came back yesterday, he and his car were gone. I didn’t know how to give it to him.”
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“Mr. Hampson.” Damien calmly instructed, “Take it.”
Mr. Hampson, holding back a smile, took the receipt from Cherise’s hand.
Cherise blinked in confusion, “Honey, do you know that person?”
Damien nodded slightly. “I know him, but remember to stay away from him after this.”
“Why?” Cherise widened her eyes in surprise.
“He’s a bad guy.”
The young woman frowned. “I knew it! I knew he wasn’t a good guy!”
“Don’t worry, honey, if I ever see him again, I’ll steer clear of him!”
Damien chuckled, “Very well.”
After breakfast, Cherise started busily packing for their trip back to her hometown. She had so many gifts for her family that they filled an entire car.
“I’m coming too.” Blake stood in front of his room for a long time and finally spoke, sounding sulky.
The teenager’s self-invite put a smile on Cherise’s face. “As long as you don’t mind that my hometown is a bit out in the boonies, you’re welcome to come along!”
Because the more, the merrier!
And her uncle’s house had plenty of rooms, so there was space.
for
everyone.
So, the happy teenager returned to his room to pack.
Once everything was prepared, Cherise pushed Damien into the car. As the car started, Cherise even hummed a song happily.
Cherise’s hometown must be super out in the boonies because the songs she hummed were from over a decade ago.
Blake sat in the pa*senger seat and couldn’t help but purse his lips. “So old-fashioned.”
Cherise and Blake had become close enough to joke around with each other. She rolled. her eyes. “You little brat.”
After saying that, she quickly looked at Damien. “Honey, do you think the songs I hum are old-fashioned?”
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