Chapter 202 Damien Felt Powerless
Cherise sprawled over the table and pried. “What kind of bet was it?”
“A.. heartbreaking one.”
Lennon closed his eyes, and the memories from twelve years ago flooded back to him.
A young boy stood on the third-floor balcony, grinning at him. “Do you think that after I jump from here, no one from the Lenoir family will come to ch*ck on me?”
Troubled by his adoption by the Lenoir family, Lennon shook his head. “No way.”
“Us adopted kids get ignored. You’re their biological child; they can’t be indifferent to your safety.”
That year, Lennon was determined that once he found his real family, he would find love and warmth. He firmly believed that all family members cared for one another.
“Let’s bet.”
The fourteen-year-old boy turned to Lennon, the wind lifting his white shirt, making him look lonely and frail.
“What are we betting on?”
“If I jump and get injured, and within half a month, no one from the Lenoir family comes to see me, then you can stop searching for your real family and stay back in Europe with me.”
Lennon nodded. “Alright.”
Later, Damien actually took the plunge. Lennon frantically went out of his way to inform the Lenoir family.
The outcome? One day had pa*sed, then two, and even a week turned into two, but the Lenoir family remained indifferent to Damien’s injury.
Those distant memories made Lennon sigh softly. “Be good to Damien; he’s been through a lot.”
After his words met silence, Lennon turned to find Cherise asleep on the table.
Simultaneously, he heard a car stopping downstairs. Looking down from the balcony, he spotted. a figure in black. A man whistled and approached him, saying, “I never thought that in my lifetime, I’d get to witness you driving.”
Damien gave him a disdainful look. “Where is she?”
Lennon nodded toward the balcony with a slight nod of his head. “She just dozed off.”
“You brought her out to the balcony right after it rained?”
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The man shot Lennon a disapproving glance and walked onto the balcony.
There, a young woman lay on the table, sleeping soundly. Her long eyelashes concealed her eyes, exuding beautiful grace. Damien sighed, wiped away her tear stains with his hand, and sighed. helplessly.
He picked Cherise up and wanted to carry her back to the car
Lennon lazily leaned against the door. “It’s quite late; are you taking her back now?”
“I think it’s best not to. Both of you can stay here tonight. Whatever needs sorting out can wait until tomorrow.”
Damien furrowed his brow, pondered momentarily, and carried Cherise to the master bedroom.
Lennon was dumbfounded. He trailed behind Damien. “Hey! Can you show some guest etiquette? The master bedroom is mine! I have guest rooms here! You should pick one of the guest rooms instead!”
The man looked at him coldly. “The guest room’s bed is too small.”
Lennon rolled his eyes, “The guest room’s bed is not that small. It’s enough for the two of you!”
“She tosses and turns in her sleep.
Damien elegantly wiped away the tears on her face with a damp towel. “It’s not spacious enough for her to toss and turn.”
Lennon was dumbfounded. So, the Lenoir family’s bed is spacious enough for her to toss and turn in? Geez, it’s his wife’s peculiar habit. What’s it gotta do with me?
“You’re seriously griping about my beds being too small for your liking?”
Lennon didn’t say anything more for the sake of his tenfold salary and made his way to the guest room in his own house.
Damien settled at the head of the master bedroom’s bed, his gaze fixed on her tranquil sleeping expression, and let out a soft sigh.
