Chapter 710 Why The Rush?
Damien furrowed his brow as he examined the two pills in Cherise’s hand. “What are these for?”
They’re anti-diarrheal pills, Cherise sighed. “Did you really think that water was infused with vitamins? Our mischievous son decided to swap Zac’s constipation medication with the vitamins and have some fun at our expense! That rascal, I swear, he’s always up to something.”
Damien chuckled and leaned down, opening his mouth to take the pills. In the process, his lips brushed against Cherise’s fingertips, surprising her. Her checks flushed as she quickly pulled her hand back and offered him a gla*s of water.
He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “So, Zac is experiencing constipation too, huh?”
Cherise pursed her lips and nodded. “Yes”
“Well, that just confirms that I have a healthier gut!” Damien declared with a laugh. He leaned closer to Cherise, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Therefore, choosing me over him was the right decision.”
Cherise’s face deepened in color. “When did I choose you?” she stammered, quickly averting her gaze and stepping back.
Damien closed the distance between them. From the moment you returned to Adania with me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “In that moment, I knew you had chosen me, my Cherry.”
His gaze locked with hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. “I long for us to return to what we once shared. I’ll call you Wifey, and you call me Hubby. What do you say?”
Cherise’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding wildly. The suddenness and intensity of Damien’s proposal left her speechless. She hadn’t expected him to open up like this, and panic washed over her.
“Why the rush?” she stammered, her lips tightly pursed.
Damien chuckled softly and pulled her into his embrace, placing a gentle k*ss on her forehead. “Am I rushing? Then tell me, what pace would you consider appropriate?”
Cherise felt utterly lost.
Her heart raced like a hummingbird’s wings, and her cheeks burned with a blush she couldn’t control. Everything was happening too fast; she couldn’t allow herself to fall into this… because she knew, with terrifying certainty, that she was falling for Damien.
Just as she struggled to break free, her emotions threatening to overflow, Damien tightened his embrace as if trying to merge with her. They stood locked in this intimate dance, a battle of wills and desires.
Suddenly, Damien’s phone interrupted the tense atmosphere with its insistent ring. Seeing an opportunity to break free from the intensity of the moment, Cherise reached for the phone, her fingers trembling slightly.
Without hesitation, she unlocked it and pressed the speaker button, hoping to inject a dose of reality into the situation. The person on the other end would hear every sound and word spoken now, hopefully forcing Damien to exercise some restraint.
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However, to her surprise, the call was from their downstairs housekeeper, Frances.
As soon as the call connected, Frances’ voice filled the room, tinged with exasperation. “Mr. Lenoir, Ms. Rowena insists on wearing Mrs. Lenoir’s clothes. She claims hers are dirty and wants to wear Mrs. Lenoir’s
instead…”
Her voice now tinged with frustration. “I tried to explain to Ms. Rowena that her size might not be entirely compatible with Mrs. Lenoir’s and offered her the maid’s clothes as an alternative. Unfortunately, she was offended by my suggestion. She accused me of looking down on her and her sister, which is why I had not choice but to call you. After all, I’m just a servant and shouldn’t be making decisions on Mrs. Lenoir’s behalf…
Damien’s expression hardened into a mask of displeasure as he listened to the conversation.
Meanwhile, Cherise pursed her lips, her mind racing to piece together the situation.
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