Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 655

Chapter 655 A Bet 

Biting her lip, Cherise lowered her head and murmured, “Okay.” 

“Damian…” 

Using Damian’s name felt awkward for her. 

When they were together five years ago, she rarely called him by his name and instead preferred the more intimate term, “Hubby,” 

But now, “Hubby” was no longer an option. 

Although she wasn’t used to addressing Damian in this new way, it was the only way now. 

Listening to the conversation between the two adults, Serafina grinned at Soren. 

However, Soren maintained a stern expression and remained silent. 

After the meal, Cherise didn’t ask Damian to leave, considering he had prepared dinner for them. 

From the toiletries and pajamas Damian brought, Cherise could tell that he hadn’t come just for dinner. 

“Mommy, Mr. Lenoir can sleep with me tonight.” Soren reluctantly retrieved the spare quilt from Cherise’s closet and announced. 

Cherise was surprised. As far as she knew, Soren didn’t like Damian. Why would he suddenly suggest sharing a room with him? 

“Because I lost a bet. Mommy, please don’t ask any more questions. It’s a bet between the men The little boy pouted and explained in resignation. 

Taccept my defeat and will share my room with him tonight” 

Cherise looked at her little one in disbelief and was speechless. 

Unable to sleep at night, she took out her phone and texted Damian Ren said he lost a bet to you, so he’s sharing a room with you tonight. What did you guys bet on?” 

Daman responded promptly i won’t tell you yet 

Chense frowned Just as she was about to reply her phone buzzed ag an 

It was another thestage from Damian Chur son is as adorable as you when he sleeps 

Rest well tonight. If you really can’t sleep, you can start thinking about what to say at tomorrow’s press conference. 

The man’s words reminded Cherise. What should she say at the press conference? She had been so preoccupied with various issues that she had completely overlooked this important 

matter! 

Holding her phone, she pondered for a while before finally getting dressed and heading to the living room. 

Unlike Damian’s villa in Adania, her modest 900-square-foot house didn’t have a study. So, whenever Cherise needed to read or write at home, she would settle down at the coffee ta in the living room. 

Tonight was no different. 

She turned on the desk lamp, took out her notebook, and began drafting her speech for 

tomorrow. 

Sometimes, when she needed to pause and think about her choice of words, she would nibble on the cap of her pen and gaze out the window, lost in thought. 

The door to the second bedroom creaked open. 

In the dim light, Damian stood at the doorway, observing the woman engrossed in her writing under the soft glow of the lamp.