Chapter 405 We Will Never Part
“I’ve just bought this villa for you, and you’re already thinking about divorcing me?”
“Then I’ll tell everyone you’re a love con artist!”
Cherise was left speechless.
She playfully tapped his forehead. “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“Not much,” he replied.
The man carried her to the entrance of their seaside villa, used his fingerprint to unlock the door, and skillfully transported her to the master bedroom on the third floor.
The master bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the sea outside, where the soft sunlight poured in, giving the room a unique charm.
He gently laid her down on the plush, spacious bed and leaned over her, k*ssing her with a mixture of tenderness and pa*sion.
As his k*sses traveled lower, Cherise immediately sensed a change in the atmosphere.
She quickly pushed his head away. “What are you… doing?”
“Doing… You… of course.”
Cherise was confused. What’s going on? Weren’t we just in a tense situation a moment ago?
She thought Damien had brought her into the room so they could have a snack and find some comfort before going to sleep…. but this wasn’t the kind of sleep she had in mind!
“You know, Lennon’s theory on marriage was that the fights and making up both happen in the bedroom.”
“Well, it seems we’ve just had a little argument. So… Damien continued k*ssing Cherise with a mischievous grin.
Cherise was dumbfounded.
Can I choose not to make up then?
But she had already been deprived of that choice.
The man’s k*sses traveled down her neck and eventually stopped at….
“Don’t…”
She eagerly clutched the bedsheets with her fingers. “Stop k*ssing…”
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lowever, the man, as if he hadn’t heard her, pulled her into the abyss.
Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, causing Cherise’s face to blush. She gritted her teeth. “At the very least, could you close the curtains..
“Don’t worry. No one can see,”
He let out a light chuckle. “Don’t hold back. If you say what I want to hear, I might close those curtains for you.”
Cherise had never encountered someone as shamelessly bold as Damien!
Eventually, the curtains were closed, not because Cherise pleaded for it, but because Damien had become overheated from the relentless sun.
The seaside sun was scorching, and he had been working out in bed!
After a long day, Cherise, utterly exhausted, devoured a box of cereal and then fell asleep like a log.
Damien sat at the edge of the bed, gazing at her peacefully sleeping face, and let out a soft sigh.
Her eyes were still swollen, a testament to how much she had cried earlier.
“My sweet, silly girl,” he murmured with a gentle, resigned smile, “You’re an angel with teary eyes too, you know.”
He leaned down and placed a loving k*ss on her lips.
“Damien…”
Cherise, halfway between sleep and wakefulness, clung to his neck, her voice carrying a touch of dependence. “I don’t want to be away from you…
“Then we will never be apart.” He embraced her and pressed a k*ss to her forehead.
Meanwhile, seated in a cafe, Mandy glared intensely at Zachary, who sat across from her, casually sipping his yogurt. “Put that down already! Seriously?! How can you stay so calm and do nothing about it!?”
“Do something about it, can you?”
Zachary regarded her with indifference. “Getting all worked up won’t solve the problem.”
“Who said getting worked up won’t solve the problem?”
Mandy was on the verge of losing her temper!
Upon returning home, she had expected Maeve and Clinton to give her a hard time. To her astonishment, Maeve went directly to Cherise and bombarded her with a barrage of bizarre
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Mandy herself found it difficult to accept, and she could only imagine how bewildering it must have been for Cherise, who had never experienced such chaos in her life.
Zachary looked at her coldly. “You’re the one getting anxious.
