Chapter 771 Pierogi Or Yourself
Cherise was filled with excitement as she nestled in Damien’s arms, eager to inquire about his plans. Unbeknownst to her, the car had come to a stop.
“Alright, time to get out,” Damien said, amused by Cherise’s enthusiasm. He playfully tweaked her nose. “Are you hungry?”
Surprised by his question, Cherise instinctively glanced out of the car window, only to realize they had parked in front of a restaurant.
The signboard read, ‘Ziphon’s Famous Seared Trout.’
Seared trout!
Just the sight of those words sent her into a frenzy of excitement.
Cherise passionately k*ssed Damien’s cheek before hastily exiting the car. “Seared trout, here I come!”
She was in high spirits and determined to indulge in a feast.
However, Cherise did not anticipate that, apart from seared trout, every other dish in this restaurant was spicy. Damien couldn’t handle spicy food. She vividly remembered how Damien had made himself ill by consuming spicy food when they were in Lermille.
Cherise pursed her l*ps and hesitated. “Shall we go somewhere else?”
She recalled that neither she nor Damien ate much at Miles Manor. Damien only had a few bites.
Although she loved seared trout, it didn’t feel right to enjoy food while he could only watch.
“It’s okay,” Damien reassured her, ruffling her hair. He then ordered the food Cherise liked. “Do you have a non-spicy side dish?”
The waiter was surprised but quickly nodded. “We do…”
“Bring me one of your non-spicy side dishes,” Damien said with a smile, returning the menu to the waiter. “Please hurry. My wife is hungry.”
The waiter had overheard Cherise’s words and knew Damien couldn’t handle spicy food. But since Cherise loved spicy food, he was willing to endure eating a bland side dish to keep her happy.
Realizing this, the waiter sighed. “What a fortunate wife.”
“Hurry up,” Damien said, waving his hand. “If my wife changes her mind, you won’t be able to earn my
money.”
The waiter immediately dashed off to prepare the food.
Cherise pursed her l*ps and looked at Damien with a hint of helplessness. “Why are you torturing yourself like this? We can go to another place. This isn’t the only place that serves seared trout.”
“But this place has the best seared trout in Ziphon,” Damien replied, smiling as he poured a glass of water for Cherise. We don’t come here often. I want you to taste the best.”
Cherise blushed at his affectionate tone. She pursed her l*ps, accepted the glass he offered, and smiled
shyly. “We’ll eat what you like tomorrow.”
“Sure.” Damien said, smiling at her. “But what I like to eat isn’t found in a restaurant. I enjoyed your handmade pierogi.”
“Il make them for you often!” Cherise said, looking at him shyly. “Let me know whenever you want them. I’ll make them for you.”
Damien glanced at her b*dy, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Are you offering me pierogi… or yourself?”
Cherise was stunned. She blushed and glared at him. “You’re not serious!”
But cream cake is also an option,” Damien added.
Cherise was rendered speechless.
Memories of him licking frosting off her b*dy replayed in her mind. Her cheeks turned even redder.
Soon, the waiter served the food.
Seeing Cherise’s flushed face, the waiter suggested thoughtfully, “Ma’am, would you like me to turn on the air conditioning?”
Cherise was stunned.
What air conditioning?
