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Chapter 263
Chapter 263
Chapter 263 Confrontation
Cherise felt as though she was being unreasonable and insecure by doubting her own husband.
“This is the last one. If we don’t find them here, I’ll trust your husband as much as you do.”
With that, she knocked on the door.
There was no immediate response.
However, when Lucy knocked again, Damien’s low voice rang. “Come in.”
Cherise stiffened as soon as she heard the familiar male baritone.
It really… is him.
Lucy sneered and dragged Cherise into the room, which was illuminated in warm light.
Even the room temperature was perfect.
Dressed in a formal suit, Damien glanced at her from the chair while the beautiful woman they encountered just now sat right across him elegantly.
She eyed Cherise and Lucy briefly before turning around to look at Damien questioningly. “Do you know them, Dame?”
Cherise felt her blood run cold. She’s already using his nickname. Lucy doesn’t even do that. This signifies how close they are.
Her sixth sense tingled uncomfortably,
“Of course!”
Lucy walked over and sat next to the woman. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Cherise was about to join them when Lucy gave her a shove. “Why are you joining us? Go sit next to your husband! You aren’t worried about letting people know your identity, are you?” she
hinted.
Mandy flashed a small smile as she took a sip from the teacup. “It seems that this is Mrs. King. Is my understanding correct?”
Cherise almost lost her balance if it weren’t for Damien, who quickly steadied her.
After placing her down next to him, he chastised adoringly, “Clumsy girl”
Cherise blushed without saying another word.
As he poured a glass of lemon-infused water for her, he smiled at the woman and explained.
“Apologies for the distraction, Ms. Wool. This is my wife, Cherise.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Mandy Wool.” The woman smiled at Cherise. “Though I just met Dame, we hit it off pretty well.”
Lucy frowned at her words. Who’s overthinking now? As women, we can understand another woman’s true intentions. This Mandy reeks of a pretentious slt from head to toe. Even if Damien couldn’t discern that, Cherise should be able to tell. How naive can she be? Or does she trust Damien that much?
“The pleasure is mine, Ms. Wool.” Cherise returned the smile.
“Why are you here?” Damien smoothed out her hair. “Just half an hour ago, I heard from Frances. that you were still sleeping.”
Cherise blushed. “I asked Lucy out for lunch.”
“I see.” He let out a low chuckle. “And you guys chose this place? Since it’s Leonard’s restaurant, you probably don’t have to pay, since he’s my close friend. On top of that, you get to enjoy your favorite roast chicken here.” He took another sip of his tea as he guessed her reasons impeccably.
Cherise lowered her head shyly. “Scoring a free meal is not the reason.” She pouted. “I planned to pay with the platinum card you gave me.”