Chapter 504 Bumping into The Difficult Tristan
Cherise’s lips tightened into a thin line. A part of her yearned to stay, to bask in the comfort of her parents’ presence.
But reason prevailed. As a daughter, she understood the importance of granting her parents the privacy they needed for their reconnection.
With a contrived smile, she turned to Beckham, “Well, Dad, we should probably head out now. Please take care of Mom.”
Beckham’s rea*suring wink conveyed his message. “Don’t you fret, my dear. With me here, she’s in capable hands.”
After bidding farewell to Charisa, Cherise returned to the car with Damien.
Cherise leaned back in the pa*senger seat as they merged onto the highway, her gaze drifting toward the pa*sing scenery. Her mind wandered through the labyrinth of memories, intertwining. the past and future of Beckham and Charisa’s bond.
Suddenly, the unfamiliar landscape outside the window caught her attention.
Cherise’s brow furrowed, “Where are we going?”
“The Lenoir Residence, Damien replied.
As Damien brought the car to a halt, he gallantly opened the door and retrieved a stack of invitations from within. “Despite the Lenoirs’ disdain for me,” he confessed, “I’ve always considered them family.”
Today, the sight of Cherise Shaw interacting intimately with her parents tugged at Damien’s heartstrings, stirring a deep-seated longing for the parental love he once knew. Yet, all that remained were the bitter remnants of a shattered relationship, a void mirrored by his mother, Maeve’s unwavering disdain.
Drawing a deep breath, Damien extended his hand towards Cherise. “Let’s deliver these invitations and head home, shall we?” he suggested. Damien extended his hand to Cherise Shaw, guiding her out of the car. Still reeling from the emotional encounter with her parents, Cherise nodded silently and followed him out of the car.
They approached the imposing Lenoir Manor only to find the front door firmly shut.
Cherise’s mind drifted back to her first visit to this grand residence, accompanied by Tristan.
The present, however, held a starkly different atmosphere.
As Cherise hesitated before knocking, the door swung open, revealing Tristan, his one visible eye betraying a mixture of surprise and disdain. He had likely not anticipated encountering Cherise and Damien at this juncture.
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“What brings you here?” Tristan said, his lone eye darting between Cherise and Damien with a hint of hostility.
Damien’s brow furrowed in response. “Nick,” he began, calling Tristan by his childhood nickname.
“Don’t call me Nick, Tristan snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. Tve forfeited that privilege long ago!”
Tristan’s eyes flashed with fury as he gestured towards his bandaged eye. “This is your fault!” he growled, his voice dripping with bitterness.
Tristan’s sudden accusation shattered Cherise’s composure. Her fists clenched at her sides as anger coursed through her veins.
Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her voice resonating with defiance, “You dare to blame us for your eye?”
“Listen up. Tristan! We owe you nothing! You said yourself that if you ever laid a hand on me again, you’d end up like Damien, blind. It was your father who chose Lenoir Group over you.”
“So, pause and reflect, did we force you into this wager? Did Damien compel your father to blind you? No! It was your father, and you made those choices; how can you blame us!? Can you believe after what you guys did to him, Damien still wanted to invite the both of you to our wedding?”
With a deep breath, Cherise snatched the two invitations for Raymond and Tristan from Damien’s hand. She flung them at Tristan, “Your presence is your choice!”
Her emotions were in turmoil, a volatile mix of anger and frustration.
No one should dare provoke her!
After her outburst, Cherise, in a fit of fury, pulled Damien into the Lenoir Residence, leaving Tristan stunned and speechless.
