Cherise returned to her senses and fumbled for her phone while smiling at Ian. âIan⦠are you working here?â An easy smile adorned the manâs attractive face. He reached out and ruffled her hair. âYouâre still as clumsy as ever. How old are you now?â Her eyes were shining. âIâm twenty now.â He glanced away and laughed. âWhy are you at the hospital?â Cherise pointed to the consultation room behind.
âMy friend is chatting with her cousin.â Ian glanced at the time. âItâs lunch break. Your friend might take some time. Do you want to join me for lunch? My treat.â She pursed her lips and gave it a thought.
Knocking on the door, she called out to Lucy. âIâm going first.â Ian smiled and went ahead. Cherise followed him quietly. Her crush on Ian started when she was sixteen. Grandma fainted when she came to visit Cherise at school. Ian rushed over. After giving her emergency treatment, he carried her to the nearest hospital. The sunâs rays were shining brightly that day. While waiting in the corridor, Ian told Cherise he was a medical student. He gave her tips on taking care of her grandmother. It was the first time she was attracted to a man. It was also the reason she decided to pursue medicine. She wanted to attend the same school as Ian and walk the path he had taken. Yet, she did not have the courage to meet him even after she had realized her dream. The last time they met was when she was eighteen.
He came to encourage her. Ian led her into a small restaurant. âWhat do you want to eat?â He seemed even more striking with his coat removed. He flipped through the menu. âI remember you like desserts, right?â âYup.â It had been too long since they last met. Cheriseâs throat felt tight as she answered him.
All of a sudden, her phone rang. It was an unknown number. She apologized and answered the call.
âWhere are you?â The manâs voice was familiar. She furrowed her forehead. âAnd youâre?â âDamien.â
âHow do you have my number?!â âIs that surprising?â His cold voice traveled into her ear. âCome back for lunch with me.â Cherise did not reply. She peeked at Ian, who was looking closely at the menu.
âCan I have a little more time?â She could not leave when they had just sat down, especially when she had not met him for a long time. The man was silent for a moment. âTen minutes.â âAlright.â
âBoyfriend?â Smiling, Ian asked when she ended the call. âNo, not my boyfriend.â She scratched her head sheepishly. âHeâs my husband.â His smile turned stiff. A few moments later, he smiled again, but it did not reach his eyes. âYouâre already married? When was the wedding?â She hesitated before answering, âYesterday.â The look in his eyes darkened. He coughed lightly. âI didnât even get you a gift for your wedding. I guess this meal is your gift, then!â He turned to call a waiter. âItâs alright.â Cherise stopped him. âIâll just finish this drink. My husband asked me to have lunch with him.â Ianâs face turned white. After a moment of silence, he sighed. âHow long have you been together?â How long? Cherise pondered. They were together for about⦠twenty-six hours? Needless to say, she would not tell him the truth. She lied, âItâs been a couple of months.â He smiled. âThatâs a pretty short time. Was it love at first sight?â She sipped some water out of guilt. âYeah, love at first sight.â When the warm liquid touched her pink lips, she remembered the feeling when they kissed last night. Damienâs lips looked firm, but it was soft and hot when they kissed⦠She felt her cheeks warm up. From Ianâs point of view, she was blushing from shyness about mentioning her lover. His face turned paler. âCherry!â Lucy entered, breaking the silence between them. âYour husbandâs driver is waiting for you outside. Are you going to take more time chatting?â Cherise looked at the time. It had been ten minutes since she ended the call with Damien. She rose to her feet and looked at Ian apologetically. âLetâs chat some other time, Ian.â He nodded. âTake care.â Sitting next to the window, he watched the other woman pull Cherise into a black BMW while laughing. A bitter smile appeared on his lips. It looks like sheâs happy. ⦠âCherry, I got my cousin to prepare this medicine for your husbandâs eyes!â Lucy stuffed a few bottles into Cheriseâs bag when they were in the car. âThose that are disabled usually feel inferior. If you say these are for his eyes, he will think youâre looking down on him. So, tell him that these are vitamins for his health! I already tore off all the labels. The dosage and time are all written down in the paper!â âThank you.â Cherise was upset that she did not get to say much to Ian and did not look through the medicine.
Mr. Kolson dropped Lucy off at the university entrance and drove Cherise home. Damien was sitting alone at the dining table in the empty house. The noon sun shone on him. The shadow cast on the floor seemed forlorn. Cherise rushed to the table after washing her hands. She sat on a chair and looked at the table full of food, astonished. âDo we have guests?â âNo.â The man with a black silk cloth over his eyes answered, âItâs only us two.â Taken aback, Cherise could hardly reply. âWe canât finish all this.â
âThatâs for sure.â He picked up his spoon slowly. âI asked the cook to make more food.â âWhy would you do that?â His hand paused before he smiled. âJust in case. In case people say that Iâm mistreating my wife when they see her having a meal with some other man the day after we married.â Cherise was speechless. âYou⦠Did you know I was at the restaurant?â He continued eating nonchalantly. âIt looks like itâs true that Mrs. Lenoir was having a meal with another man.â She was dumbfounded. Does he think that Iâm dense? I can see what he means behind those words! She hated it the most when others minced their words. Taking a deep breath, she said, âI donât mean that the food at home is awful, and I donât mean that I donât want to eat at home. I just met someone I knew at the hospital.â He raised an eyebrow. âWhat were you doing there?â She went to her bag, pulled out the medicine bottles, and arranged them before him. âI got some vitamins for you since youâre not doing well.â