Classic Novel
Chapter 166
Chapter 166
Chapter 166 The Gardening Woe
“Stop beating around the bush with me.”
“I want one of your female helpers in this house.”
As Damien was pouring tea, his hand paused slightly. “A female helper?”
He remembered that most of his household staffers here were in their forties and above. This was something Lennon had long known even before he went abroad.
Damien chuckled. “Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
Lennon closed his eyes, envisioning the image of that young girl’s bright eyes widened in shock, “I want the youngest maid in your house.”
She looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen, making her likely the youngest here. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.
“By the way, there’s no child labor working at your house right now, right?”
“Of course not.”
Bingo! Then, the youngest one is indeed her!
Damien took a sip of tea. “When did your preferences become so ‘explicit?”
Lennon casually raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You wouldn’t get it.”
He took the chance that Damien hadn’t met this particular maid in his house. Apparently, Lennon had reservations that if he provided too many details, it might pique Damien’s curiosity about the girl,
potentially leading to him discovering more about her and, by some chance, developing feelings for her and subsequently refusing to let him have. Cherise.
By keeping it vague and simply stating his interest in the youngest maid in the house, Lennon hoped Damien would manage it through the usual channel- through Mr. Hampson.
Lennon sipped his tea with anticipation, looking forward to the puzzled expression he imagined on Cherise’s face when she visited his villa the next day.
“All right, then. Have her come to my place tomorrow!”
Damien nodded, a tug on his lips. “I hope you won’t regret this.”
Despite attending university in Adania for more than a year, Cherise’s life before.
and her dormitory. In other words, her repetitive routine and lifestyle had made her a stranger to the city.
marrying Damien had been confined to the library, classrocherise’s life before
After an extensive search for the dry cleaner’s shop that Lennon had mentioned, Cherise. finally located the store.
Upon returning to the Lenoir Residence with the dry cleaning receipt in hand, she noticed the black Cayenne parked at the entrance was no longer there.
Has he left? She muttered as she kept the receipt, thinking Lennon would return for his clothes again.
Cherise then went on fixing the broken water hose and resumed tending to the plants.
By the time she finished the gardening, her clothes were soaked. Cherise went back inside, leaving wet trails behind.
Sitting on the couch and taking a tea break, Damien noticed Cherise standing at the door, soaked to the bone. “Come over here,”
Cherise instantly beamed a hearty smile at the sight of Damien, “Honey, are you done with your work?”
Puzzled by her drenched state, Damien probed, “Where were you? Why are you all wet?”
Only then did Cherise notice her condition, including the wet marks on Damien she accidentally transferred from touching him.
She quickly moved away and, somewhat embarrassed, laughed, “Oh, I didn’t have much to do, so I decided to water the flowers and plants in the garden. And then, the hose burst, but I fixed it myself. That’s why I got all wet. I’ll change my clothes and be fine in no time!”
With that, she dashed upstairs. Ten minutes later, she returned with clean and dry clothes.
But before going to Damien, she returned the gardeners’ clothes to their rest area. Then, in the living room, she threw herself into Damien’s arms, saying with a happy smile, “All good now!”
But Damien’s clothes were damp from her earlier embrace. She pursed her lips and asked, “Oh, no. Would you like to change into dry clothes too, honey?”