Chapter 390 Have You Had Dinner?
“You should have informed Charisa when Cherry was ill. Then, Charisa could have arranged for the best doctors for her.”
“Instead, you chose to accept a job from the black market and brought Cherry back to the village after she recovered.”
“Cherry said you hated going to the city. I suppose one of the reasons was that someone would discover that you set the fire thirteen years ago.”
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“The other reason was that you knew Charisa had people searching for you worldwide.”
Elvis’ fingers turned pale as he clenched his fists.
After a moment, he closed his eyes and muttered, “L… was selfish.”
Suddenly, he recalled a memory from thirteen years ago. A little girl on the hospital bed reached. out her tiny hand and held his hand.
“Uncle Shaw, I don’t have parents, and I don’t want them. All I want is you and Aunt Sarah. You are nice to me.”
“People said you would send me away eventually…”
Her
eyes were swollen from crying. She looked at him expectantly with innocent eyes. “Uncle Shaw, I’ll listen to everything you say. I’ll be good.”
“Please don’t send me away, okay?”
At the time, he looked at her doll-like face and felt his heart melting into a puddle.
Still, he gently coaxed, “But Cherry, your birth mother is a good person. She…”
“I don’t want her!”
The little girl clung to his arm like it was her lifebuoy. “I don’t want anything else. All I want is to live in Shaw’s village with you and Aunt Sarah!”
Elvis reopened his eyes in the cold detention center room. He looked at Damien and replied. sadly, “I couldn’t bear to let her go.”
Damien stayed in the detention center and talked to Elvis all afternoon.
When he returned home, he found Cherise asleep in the study, hugging a book.
He looked at her revision notes and smiled.
Her handwriting reminded him of her. It was meticulous yet endearing.
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He carried her in his arms and helped her change into pajamas before laying her on a large bed.
“Bayes’ theorem…”
Cherise mumbled about her studies in her sleep.
Damien smiled, feeling amused. He covered her b*dy with a blanket.
I must prevent her from finding out about Elvis for as long as possible. She has to sit for her finals soon.
“Mr. Lenoir waited for you all night.”
After tucking Cherise in bed, Damien left the room and bumped into Frances.
She held a plate of warm honey garlic salmon. “Mrs. Lenoir cooked this for you. She waited for you to come home to try it, but…”
Then, she smiled and continued, “Mr. Lenoir, would you like to have it in the study or the dining room downstairs?”
“Let’s go to the dining room.”
Damien smiled and went downstairs.
Frances followed him.
She set the table and stood behind him to serve him.
“Frances.”
Damien frowned and continued, “Have you had dinner?”
Frances was surprised by his question. She nodded immediately, “Yes, I have.”
“When?”
“Around six…”
“Oh.” Damien glanced at his stainless steel watch. “It’s past ten. You should have a late-night snack.”
Frances hesitated on her spot and did not know what to say.
“Grab a plate and eat with me.”
Damien rubbed his sore brow.
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Why is Frances so slow to react?Is it because she spent too much time with Cherise?
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