Chapter 194 Let’s Make a Bet
“Let’s bet on Damien’s eyesight if he’s truly blind. If he’s genuinely blind and we’ve been wrong. I’ll never utter a negative word about your husband again. However, if his eyesight is perfect, it proves he’s been lying to you. Promise me you won’t forgive someone who’s been dishonest with you.”
Taken aback by his audacious proposal, Cherise involuntarily loosened her grip on the coffee cup.
“I don’t think so, lan.”
There’s no point in taking such a bet.
However, Ian appeared resolute in his determination to reveal Damien’s true colors.
“I don’t need anything else from you, Cherry. This is the only and final request I make of you.”
Cherise pursed her l*ps worriedly.
I firmly believe that Damien wouldn’t lie to me, regardless.
She let out the breath she’d been holding. “Fine, then. Let’s do that.”
Even though she didn’t understand why Ian insisted on a losing bet, she agreed out of respect for
him.
It was raining by the time she made her way back. Still, she took a detour to the supermarket to buy some fish.
By the time she got home, Jacob had already left while Mr. Hampson was giving instructions to
the maids.
“Welcome back, Madam,” he greeted her with a smile.
Her brows furrowed together when she saw the maids changing their uniforms and leaving. “Why are they leaving so early today?”
He explained with a smile, “Mr. Lenoir wants some private time tonight. There’s something he wants to discuss with you. So, I dismissed everyone earlier.”
With that, he noticed the fish in her hands. “Dinner is already ready; Frances and the rest have already left. I think it’s better to put the fish in the freezer for tomorrow.”
There was a moment of pause as she took in the situation before shaking her head. “It’s fine. I can cook it myself. It won’t take long.”
With that, she headed to the kitchen. Mr. Hampson watched as she tied her hair up and started cooking, shaking his head in response.
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Hope everything goes smoothly tonight. What is Mr. Lenoir thinking? Dr. Caldwell has already come up with the perfect plan to have his eyes cured in a week. Why does he insist on telling Madam the truth behind the feigned blindness all these years? There’s no need for that, really.
Mr. Hampson sighed.
Damien didn’t want Cherise to hear the truth from another person and misunderstand his
intentions.
Seeing how kind and amiable she is, I’m sure she won’t make a scene.
With that thought in mind, he heaved another sigh as he gave orders to the rest of the maids in
the house.
I’ll leave the matter to themselves. There’s only so much we can advise.
By the time Cherise finished cooking half an hour later, the entire house was so quiet one could. hear a pin drop.
It seemed that everyone else had already gone home.
When dinner was ready, Cherise took the apron off and made her way upstairs.
In the study, she found Damien seated in the corner, deep in his thoughts.
To her astonishment, his eyes weren’t covered by the usual black cloth, and they looked sharp and intelligent.
Her l*ps pursed as she knocked on the door. “Dinner is ready, dear.”
He turned around and looked at her lovingly before standing up.
Shocked, Cherise quickly walked over to help him up.
What’s the matter with him today? He’s not using the black cloth or the wheelchair tonight!
As she helped him make his way downstairs, she said, “I heard that Mr. Hampson made everyone else go back early tonight because you wanted to discuss something with me in private.”
