Chapter 220 A Resolved Misunderstanding
She was the one who was injured. She was the one who was hurt and hospitalized.
Yet she was concerned about his feelings. She pulled at his arm, hoping he would be soothed.
“Don’t you like silly fools?”
She pursed her l*ps and clung to his arm. “Don’t be mad at me.”
Damien sighed helplessly. He raised a hand and caressed her soft, white face. “And you? Are you still mad at me?”
Cherise paused and realized that he was referring to his eyes.
She shook her head at once. “I’m not! Not anymore!”
“I’m not mad at you either.”
His voice deepened as he pulled her closer. “I’m mad at myself.”
He placed his chin on her shoulder. “I’m mad at myself for letting things get to this point. At first…”
He shut his eyes. His voice was filled with pain.
“At first, I asked Frances to prepare the food you like and instructed the butler to send away all the servants. I was planning to explain about the eyes. Before we went to the countryside, I got Jacob to form the best team of opticians overseas. I wanted them to create a plan and prepare a reasonable reason for my eyes to be ‘healed. But I didn’t want to lie to you. Before everyone else knows that my eyes are all right, I wanted to tell you there was nothing wrong with my eyes the whole time. But Ian beat me to it.”
Cherise hugged him. When she noticed the sorrow in his voice, her heart ached as though it was pierced by an arrow.
When they argued the night before, she was unaware of the truth. She thought it was just an excuse when he said he was planning to reveal it to her then.
But now that she thought back…
Before everything happened, Damien instructed Frances and had her prepare a table full of food. The servants were dismissed, too.
It was not just an excuse. He was telling the truth.
Last night, he planned to accept her wholeheartedly and lay all his secrets before her.
Yet…
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Cherise pursed her l*ps. “I was wrong, honey…”
She did not give him a chance.
She trusted lan too much.
In the end, she did not give him the opportunity to explain himself, nor did she give him the chance to care for their unplanned child.
She hugged him tightly. “It’s my fault. I’m wrong. I wasn’t a good wife. I’m not a good cherry. I’m at bad cherry…”
Damien chuckled at her babbling.
He sighed softly. “Cherise.”
“Mmhmm.”
“You must tell me when you meet any other man.”
“Mmhmm.”
“You mustn’t lie to me when you meet other women.”
“Mmhmm.”
“You must tell me when your time of the month is late.”
Her face immediately flushed as red as a ripened apple.
“Can… can I tell Frances?”
He released his hand and pinched her round face.
“Frances will report to me anyway. Do you think you should tell me yourself, or should I hear it from another person?”
Her face reddened even further. “I’ll just… tell you myself then.”
“Good.”
He hugged her and gave her a peck on her forehead. “Are you sleepy?”
“A little.”
She yawned.
She had been drowsy since some time ago.
But Damien was silent the entire time, so she could not sleep.
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Now that their misunderstanding was resolved, she began to relax and felt herself getting sleepy.
But she took the opportunity and wrapped her arm around his neck. “Sleep with me!”
