Chapter 3 Have You Guys Done It?
Cherise was about to enter the kitchen again, but the servants quickly stopped her. âItâs okay, Mrs. Lenoir.â They were paid to prepare breakfast every day. They would lose their jobs if Damien discovered that Cherise had prepared the breakfast! âMrs. Lenoir, Frances and I are in charge of preparing breakfast in this household. Youâre new here and donât know Mr. Lenoirâs preferences, so itâs better for you to stay out of the kitchen.â The other servant chimed in, âYeah, June is right. Mrs. Lenoir, please leave it to us.â âMr. Lenoir wonât eat this kind of breakfast.â June glanced disdainfully at the simple breakfast Cherise had prepared. âSomeone as noble as Mr. Lenoir always has a full English breakfast in the morning. Donât you think the food you prepare is too simple?â A startled look washed over Cheriseâs rosy face before a dejected look replaced it. She lowered her head and hummed, âYouâre right.â Indeed, the rich usually have fancy preferences. Back in school, my cla*smates who were from wealthy families wouldnât eat simple breakfasts from the cafeteria, let alone someone as esteemed as Damien. I must have lost my mind. A few seconds later, Cherise regained her composure and smiled brightly at June. âIâll throw them away then!â Frances, the other servant, was shocked. Juneâs comment was harsh, yet Cherise wasnât upset and was even willing to dispose of her food. She looked at the freshly prepared breakfast on the table and felt sorry for Cherise, so she went forward to stop her. âMrs. Lenoir, itâs a waste to throw them away. If you donât mind, please let us eat it. But you should leave the task to us next time.â Cherise hesitated briefly. âOkay. Iâm going upstairs.â When she turned around, a lump rose in her throat. It seems like Iâm not welcome in this houseâŠÂ ⊠The handsome man was sound asleep in the bedroom. Kneeling beside the bed, Cherise observed his chiseled jawline and muttered, âYou city people are so fussy! Who eats a full English breakfast every day? Iâve never had that before. How would I possibly know how to make themâŠâ Before Cherise married, her aunt repeatedly reminded her that a woman should satisfy her husbandâs S**ual desire or feed him well to ensure a happy and long-lasting marriage. Cherise felt all the more aggrieved, thinking about what happened last night and the episode in the kitchen just now. She had just gotten married and didnât want a miserable marriage! Last night, Damien stopped after k*ssing her for a while. She was worried that his condition might not allow it, so she didnât insist, thinking she had good cooking skills. But now, even her cooking was despised. If that was the case, she could only satisfy him S**ually. âHey. Iâm gonna k*ss you if you donât wake up soon.â Cherise pressed her lips while staring at Damienâs sharp nose. Damienâs long eyelashes fluttered, but he didnât open his eyes. Cheriseâs heart pounded as she looked at the manâs cold, attractive face. She bent down and almost wanted to k*ss him but ended up giving up. Finally, she left the room, deflated. Itâs okay. Maybe Aunt Sarah was wrong. A happy marriage might not necessarily be correlated with S**ual satisfaction. However, Cherise couldnât help feeling discouraged. Just then, she received a call from Sarah. She trotted to the washroom before answering the call. âHey Cherise, did everything go well last night?â Sarah went straight to the point as soon as the call was connected. The washroom door was left ajar. Sarah and Cheriseâs voice came forth clear. âNot really.â âNot really? Have you guys done it?â âNoâŠâ âCherise, you have to remember your current identity. Youâre the Lenoir familyâs daughter-in-law, and your primary task is to bear Damienâs children. Donât forget youâve promised them to bear Damien a child within two years!â Sarah urged earnestly. Cherise gripped the phone firmly and said, âDonât worry, Aunt Sarah. I remember.â She was merely inexperienced because it was her first marriage. âIâll do my best to bear him children!â Getting Cheriseâs firm reply, Sarah sighed in relief. âAlso, since you guys have gotten married, you should call him âHoneyâ.â Cheriseâs face turned red. âOkayâŠâ Just then, the bedroom door was opened. Cherise thought it was the servants. Worrying that they might wake Damien, she quickly hung up the call and went out. To her surprise, Damien was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom, and his wheelchair was gone too. Cherise hurried downstairs and found the man in black elegantly having breakfast in the dining room. His eyes were blindfolded with the black silk, looking aloof and mysterious. âMrs. Lenoir, your breakfast is served. Please try it out. I hope it suits your taste!â June called out to Cherise pa*sionately. Her warm attitude was a sharp contrast to her earlier scornful behavior. Cherise went forward obediently. A full English breakfast, which Cherise had never had before, was served on the dining table. After the incident earlier, Cherise couldnât bring herself to eat this breakfast that didnât suit her taste. Suddenly, she remembered she kept a bowl of oatmeal in the fridge this morning. Damien doesnât like it, but I can have it. So, she trotted to the kitchen to bring out the oatmeal. Then, she savored it happily in her seat. Sitting at the other end of the wide table, Damien asked with a frown, âWhat are you eating?â Cherise mumbled sulkily, âSomething that you wouldnât like.â Damien wore a faint smile. âHow do you know I wonât like it?â Cherise pouted and answered naively, âJune told me so.â A shiver ran down Juneâs spine. Damien held the gla*s of milk and elegantly took a sip of it. âJune said I wouldnât like it?â âYeah.â âWhy would there be something I donât like in the fridge?â Damien asked with a wry smirk. Cherise muttered apologetically, âItâs me⊠I didnât realize your preference and prepared for you what I normally made for breakfast, not knowing that you wouldnât eat simple food like this.â âI see.â Damien slowly put down the gla*s. When the gla*s hit the table, the clink was so unnerving that June almost fell to her knees. Damienâs voice was as cold as ice. âEven I didnât know I would dislike the food you made.â Before Cherise could understand the meaning behind his words, he pulled the bowl of oatmeal toward himself. Then, he pretended to detect the position of the oatmeal with his spoon before precisely taking one scoop and tasting it. It was a flavor he had never tasted before â a savory oatmeal. âNot bad.â Damien put down the spoon elegantly. âHow did June know this is not to my liking?â He figured out Cherise must have complained about him beside the bed this morning because June commented on her cooking. Damienâs aura was so intimidating that June trembled in fear and instinctively hid behind Frances. Damien continued, âJune, why are you remaining silent? Is it because you donât think thereâs a need to explain it to a blind man like me?â