Cherise felt a warmth enveloping her heart as the manâs deep voice filled the room with its gentle timbre. No one could resist the soothing resonance of his words. She bit her lip, contemplating. âWell, | suppose itâs not entirely out of the question...â She didnât want to dismiss Damienâs suggestion. After all, she was open to trying other ways to regain her memory. She wasnât willing to allow Damien to have his way with her.
âBut...â She paused, locking eyes with Damien. âMy dad just arrived in Adania today, and we're set to head to Shawbury tomorrow. | donât think thatâs very nice, is it?â Despite her memory loss, Cherise understood the significance of spending time with her loved ones.
âHeâs leaving tomorrow.â
Cheriseâs eyes widened in surprise. âHeâs leaving tomorrow?â
âYes,â Damien affirmed, his gaze slightly distant. âHeâs headed to settle some old scores on a Mediterranean island.â
Cherise nodded thoughtfully. âI see.â Though she didnât fully understand what Damien meant by âold scores,â she understood the gravity of the situation. Beckham had his priorities, and her fatherâs urgency to resolve the conflict spoke volumes of its importance to him. As his daughter, she couldnât stand in his way. She took a deep breath and asked, âHow about inviting Dad for dinner tonight?â
âThatâs a great idea,â Damien agreed, nodding. âWhy donât you make some pierogis?â With a playful pinch to Cheriseâs cheek, he added, âBoth he and | adore your pierogis.â
Cherise nodded. âSure!â With that, she ascended the stairs to change. But on the way up, a thought struck her, prompting her to turn to Damien again. âAnd what about Sebastian?â
Damien reassured her, understanding her concern. âHe won't come to any harm. Your father has his limits. Although everyone in Sebastianâs life has abandoned him, his life wonât be in danger. Your father mentioned putting him in a vegetative state, and thatâs precisely what will happen. So, no need to fret.â
Cherise was dumbstruck. Do you think this is reassuring! âI think... it will be challenging to care for Sebastian if he ends up ina vegetative state,â Cherise noted, her lips pressed together. âWhy donât you just confine him to a mental institution like lan... Itâs no easy task to care for someone in a vegetative state.â
âThat could pose a challenge,â Damien chuckled. âSebastian is much more cunning than lan. A mental institution won't be enough to contain him.â
Cherise had already set the steaming pierogis on the table as the sun dipped below the horizon. This was her first time reuniting with her dad after her amnesia, and Cherise was meticulous in her preparations. Following Damienâs suggestion, she made pierogis, her signature salmon dish, and various other dishes.
Standing by the dining table, Cherise surveyed the sumptuous spread and smiled with satisfaction. Despite her memory loss, she hoped her father could feel her affection for him upon seeing the delectable meal she had prepared.