Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 4

The man's frosty tone turned the atmosphere in the dining room cold.

'Thump.' June kneeled on the floor.

The edges of her eyes were red. "I… I shouldn't have said that to Mrs. Lenoir."

Damien's usual gentle demeanor did not mean he would never get displeased. No one could bear it if he were enraged.

"But I didn't mean any harm, Mr. Lenoir! I thought Mrs. Lenoir might feel tired if she prepares breakfast herself…"

Damien smiled and glanced at June. "So, that's how you justify reducing a newlywed wife's effort to prepare breakfast for her husband?"

Silence enveloped the room.

Damien's words shocked June and Frances. Even Cherise watched with her eyes wide open.

Is Damien defending me now?!

June was trembling.

"No, I didn't mean… We didn't throw away the food Mrs. Lenoir made. Frances and I ate it."

The smile on his face grew colder. "It seems like you're the owner of the house, not me."

'Thump!' Frances kneeled immediately.

June crawled to Cherise.

"Mrs. Lenoir, please forgive me. I genuinely thought that since you just came here, you might feel that we are not serving you properly. That's why I didn't want to let you cook..."

June was old enough to be Cherise's mother.

Cherise could not just watch when June was begging her that pitifully.

She pressed her lips together and spoke up stiffly.

"Hu… Hubby, June was doing it for my sake… If you want to eat, I'll just make…"

She turned toward the kitchen.

As she passed by Damien, he pulled her hand, and she fell into his lap.

The distinctive minty scent on him was masculine. Cherise's face turned red immediately.

He placed a hand on her thin waist. "What did you call me just now?"

Her face turned even redder. "… Hubby."

"What did you prepare for your hubby?"

"Grilled cheese sandwiches, some chocolate drink, hashbrowns, and some…"

Observing her reddened face, he smiled and pecked her forehead. "Cook some for me tomorrow, alright?"

She bit her lip. "Tomorrow's breakfast…"

He placed her back on the floor. "Have a few bites. You're going to be late."

She returned to her senses and looked at the clock.

It's almost eight!

Her class would start at half past eight.

She shoveled some food into her mouth and rushed upstairs for a change of clothes and her bag.

When she returned downstairs, June was nowhere to be seen while Frances was still kneeling in her spot.

The man with the black cloth around his eyes was calmly sipping on some milk.

He must have heard her when she came down. "I've arranged for the driver to pick you up. Don't stay back for too long."

Her face was still crimson. "Thank you."

…

"Mr. Lenoir, I've told June everything you told me to. She should be reporting to them just as what I have said."

Frances said it slowly after Cherise had left.

"You can get up now."

Damien shifted to make himself more comfortable and leaned back in the wheelchair.

"There's something I don't quite understand. Both you and June came here on the old man's arrangement. Jean accepted my uncle's offer. Why didn't you?"

Her face turned white. 'Thump.' She fell onto the floor again.

"It's because you have another task, isn't it?"

He wiped his mouth with a napkin gracefully.

"I won't do anything to you for now. Since Old Mr. Lenoir instructed you to watch me, you should report exactly what you had seen to him. I was livid and got rid of June to protect Cherise."

Frances understood. "You don't need to worry, Mr. Lenoir!"

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