Chapter 368 Nightmare
“Yeah…”
Cherise trembled, still feeling the lingering effects of the nightmare. “I-I dreamt that Uncle Shaw was burned alive in a fire!” Tears trickled down her cheeks. “But he wouldn’t let me save him, saying it was his destiny!”
She wiped away her tears and reached for her phone to call Elvis. However, as soon as the call connected, she quickly hung up.
“Ah…” she sniffed. “If he hears me crying, he’ll probably think it’s your fault. I can’t call him
now!”
She put the phone away and snuggled back into Damien’s embrace.
As soon as Elvis saw her missed call, he called back. As the phone vibrated on the bed, Cherise looked at Damien with fear in her eyes. “I don’t dare to answer it…”
He shook his head in exasperation and answered the call.
“Hi, Uncle Shaw.”
“Damien?” Elvis smiled on the other end. “Why did Cherise call at this hour?”
“She had a nightmare about you and was worried.” Damien teased the woman in his arms. “She woke up sobbing, saying she missed you and called you immediately. But then, she hung up, afraid that you might tease her.”
Cherise angrily bit into his chest, which was exposed through the collar of his shirt.
“Silly girl,” Elvis said with a laugh. “Tell her I won’t tease her and ask her to come to the phone.”
Damien handed her the phone. “Sure.”
“Cherry?” Elvis asked fondly.
Cherise glared at Damien before running to the balcony with the phone in her hand.
“Yes, Uncle Shaw. I’ll be back in a few days. Would you like some souvenirs?”
“No way! When did you go to Europe? It’s my first time here.”
“Alright, alright. I know you don’t want anything. So I’ll buy for Aunt Sarah, Grandma, Sky, and Tay. Oh, and for Jack! I’ll buy something for everyone except you!”
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Damien shook his head as her cheerful voice echoed from the balcony into the room.
He turned around and noticed the wet pillow.
Seems like it was a terrible nightmare-the pillow is set.
Just as he was about to change the pillowcase, he suddenly remembered something, went into the bathroom, and prepared a bath for her, just like she did on their wedding day.
When everything was ready, he walked out of the bathroom and found Cherise, who had just finished the call.
Though her hair was disheveled, her mood had visibly improved. There was a smile on her l*ps.
“Dear, Uncle Shaw lied to me. He said he had enough souvenirs from Europe and asked me not to bring him anything. Hmph! I’ve been here for so long, and I haven’t gotten tired of anything. How could he, when he was just sitting at home watching television?”
Damien shook his head, led her into the bathroom, and helped her undress before gently placing her in the bathtub. “Let’s not worry about that and take a bath first.”
Cherise frantically covered herself and looked at Damien as he closed the door. “A-Aren’t you leaving?”
He rolled up his sleeves gracefully and took a towel from the wall with a smile. “I’m here to help you shower.”
“W-Wait!” Cherise’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, it hurts! Be more gentle!”
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