Chapter 237 I Don’t Want to Be President
Damien glanced at the cell phone. “It isn’t time yet.”
Cherise looked up at him, perplexed. “What do you mean?”
The man pulled her into an embrace and k*ssed her. “This matter has yet to evolve into its final stage.”
“I’ve never liked to fight unnecessary wars.”
Cherise lifted her hands and put them around his neck. Her dark, large eyes looked at him as she blinked. “I still don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to.”
The man reached out to tap her nose. “But there’s been trouble brewing at the company lately.”
Damien raised his hands to squeeze her soft cheeks. “Uncle Raymond tampered with that batch of goods. I’m going on a business trip to the neighboring town tomorrow to find a suitable factory for subcontract work.”
Although Cherise couldn’t grasp business dealings much, she evidently understood what he
meant.
There was a problem with the project that Raymond and Tristan had discussed with Damien at home.
She pursed her l*ps. “Is the problem severe?”
“No.”
The man smiled and stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, Ms. Shaw. I’ll ensure you can manage the company well.”
Cherise flattened her l*ps. She looked at him slightly shyly. “Actually, I know everything…”
Damien had initially invested in Randall’s company. Randall was sensible and immediately transferred his company to Cherise’s name when he saw that his daughter had offended Cherise.
On the one hand, Damien wouldn’t raise difficult questions. On the other hand, he had used such a unique way to flatter Cherise.
It was also because he was too resourceful as a father that Cressa had yet to be punished severely even after she had done so many bad things.
On the surface, Randall had given the company to Cherise. But actually… he was just returning it to the rightful owner.
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Dannen smiled and squeezed her face. “Even if he returned the company to the rightful owner. you’re the president of Shaw Group, Mrs. Lenoir.”
Cherise pressed her l*ps together. “Actually, I don’t want to be president.”
“You want to be a doctor.”
Damien spoke aloud the thoughts in her heart.
The man raised his hands to hug her. “But I originally planned on giving Shaw Group to you as a marriage present.”
“Since I’m being so sincere, can you please be president for a while even if you’re feeling reluctant, Mrs. Lenoir?”
Cherise pursed her l*ps and didn’t say anything.
Cherise needed to recuperate, so Damien didn’t let her stay up too late. He carried her upstairs at nine o’clock at night.
After her shower, the man gently placed her on the bed.
Cherise looked up at him pitifully. “I’m not sleepy.”
The man took off the sl*ppers on her feet gracefully. “You must sleep even if you’re not sleepy.”
The girl’s tiny face wrinkled. “I can’t sleep.”
The man gently tied her dried hair loosely with a hair tie. “You must sleep even if you can’t sleep.”
“Stay with me.”
She reached out her delicate hand, and it crept around his waist. “You’re going on a business trip. tomorrow. You must sleep early, too.”
She didn’t believe Damien, who always slept late, could fall asleep now!
How can he ask me to sleep if he can’t fall asleep?
The woman’s tender and soft arm circled his waist. Damien’s eyes dimmed slightly.
He resisted his b*dy’s impulses and shifted her soft arm away. “Alright. I’ll stay with you.”
After that, he lay by her side and held her in his arms.
She smelled his crisp scent in her nose and heard his shallow breathing in her ears.
It made it harder for Cherise to fall asleep.
She squirmed in his arms.
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