Chapter 771 Pierogi Or Yourself
Cherise was filled with excitement as she nestled in Damienâs arms, eager to inquire about his plans. Unbeknownst to her, the car had come to a stop.
âAlright, time to get out,â Damien said, amused by Cheriseâs enthusiasm. He playfully tweaked her nose. âAre you hungry?â
Surprised by his question, Cherise instinctively glanced out of the car window, only to realize they had parked in front of a restaurant.
The signboard read, âZiphonâs Famous Seared Trout.â
Seared trout!
Just the sight of those words sent her into a frenzy of excitement.
Cherise pa*sionately k*ssed Damienâs cheek before hastily exiting the car. âSeared trout, here I come!â
She was in high spirits and determined to indulge in a feast.
However, Cherise did not anticipate that, apart from seared trout, every other dish in this restaurant was spicy. Damien couldnât handle spicy food. She vividly remembered how Damien had made himself ill by consuming spicy food when they were in Lermille.
Cherise pursed her lips and hesitated. âShall we go somewhere else?â
She recalled that neither she nor Damien ate much at Miles Manor. Damien only had a few bites.
Although she loved seared trout, it didnât feel right to enjoy food while he could only watch.
âItâs okay,â Damien rea*sured her, ruffling her hair. He then ordered the food Cherise liked. âDo you have a non-spicy side dish?â
The waiter was surprised but quickly nodded. âWe doâŠâ
âBring me one of your non-spicy side dishes,â Damien said with a smile, returning the menu to the waiter. âPlease hurry. My wife is hungry.â
The waiter had overheard Cheriseâs words and knew Damien couldnât handle spicy food. But since Cherise loved spicy food, he was willing to endure eating a bland side dish to keep her happy.
Realizing this, the waiter sighed. âWhat a fortunate wife.â
âHurry up,â Damien said, waving his hand. âIf my wife changes her mind, you wonât be able to earn my
money.â
The waiter immediately dashed off to prepare the food.
Cherise pursed her lips and looked at Damien with a hint of helplessness. âWhy are you torturing yourself like this? We can go to another place. This isnât the only place that serves seared trout.â
âBut this place has the best seared trout in Ziphon,â Damien replied, smiling as he poured a gla*s of water for Cherise. We donât come here often. I want you to taste the best.â
Cherise blushed at his affectionate tone. She pursed her lips, accepted the gla*s he offered, and smiled
shyly. âWeâll eat what you like tomorrow.â
âSure.â Damien said, smiling at her. âBut what I like to eat isnât found in a restaurant. I enjoyed your handmade pierogi.â
âIl make them for you often!â Cherise said, looking at him shyly. âLet me know whenever you want them. Iâll make them for you.â
Damien glanced at her b*dy, his eyes gleaming with desire. âAre you offering me pierogi⊠or yourself?â
Cherise was stunned. She blushed and glared at him. âYouâre not serious!â
But cream cake is also an option,â Damien added.
Cherise was rendered speechless.
Memories of him licking frosting off her b*dy replayed in her mind. Her cheeks turned even redder.
Soon, the waiter served the food.
Seeing Cheriseâs flushed face, the waiter suggested thoughtfully, âMaâam, would you like me to turn on the air conditioning?â
Cherise was stunned.
What air conditioning?