Chapter 35 Why Don’t I Feed You
But she thought about it. Since Damien could instruct Cressa’s dad to pick her up at school, he should also know what had happened to her in school.
When she thought about it, she couldn’t help but glance at Damien again.
She initially thought she had married a disabled person and had to care for him.
But now, she found him even more mystifying.
She even felt that as a so–called healthy person, he was caring for her more…
Damien scratched his lips apathetically. “Do you really think I’m a blind man oblivious to what’s happening in the outside world?”
The man’s deep voice sounded like he was laughing at himself.
Cherise immediately waved her hands. “No, it’s not that!”
“I just find it strange…”
“There’s nothing strange about it.”
Damien poured another cup of tea and sipped it. “You said you want to care for me. I’m just reciprocating the favor.”
Cherise was dumbstruck.
Is this considered reciprocating the favor?Moreover, I don’t think I’ve caredfor him, right?
Other than that time at Lenoir Residence…
She took off her bag and put it on the couch as she thought about it. “Why don’t I make you something delicious for dinner to thank you?”
Back in the countryside, she could cook for the entire family alone. Her aunt and uncle even complimented her skills!
She couldn’t repay him in any other way, but she was skilled at cooking.
The man in the wheelchair picked at his lips indifferently. “Sure.”
She got to work.
Ten minutes later, the girl in the pink apron entered the kitchen.
She was familiar with the kitchen tools from the last time she made breakfast, so Cherise was entirely in her element as she made dinner this time.
Cherise moved swiftly when she prepared food. Frances had initially brought a few servants to help her but realized she was self–sufficient in the kitchen alone.
The man, whose eyes were covered with black silk, was displeased. “I have my limits.”
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