âIf you work here... Do we have our own home? Where is it?â
âMrs. Lenoir, this is your home!â Frances heard it when she turned around after chatting with Mr. Hampson. âMrs. Lenoir, you slept late last night and woke up early this morning. You must be hungry, right?â She wiped her hands on her apron and approached Cherise enthusiastically. âWhat would you like to eat? I'll make it for you!â
âMr. Lenoir, you haven't eaten either, right?â Frances overlooked Cherise and Damienâs strange expressions and continued speaking cordially. âWait a moment. I'll make breakfast for you!â After that, Frances hurried into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.
Mr. Hampson also approached. âMr. Lenoir, the Weiss family sent people over. They said they want to talk to you in person.â
Damien cleared his throat as Cherise looked at him in shock and confusion. âUm, | donât want to see them. You can go downstairs first.â Mr. Hampson wanted to say something but turned skeptically and left after seeing Damien's expression.
Cherise looked straight at Damien. âWhat did they mean?â Damien struggled to gather his thoughts. âCherise, listen to me...â
âYou lied to me.â Tears welled up in the womanâs eyes. âYou deceived me.â She looked at him, aggrieved, like a wounded animal.
âYou said theyâre the owners, and you're the butler.â
âCherise, listen to me...â Damien pursed his lips. âI never said they were the masters of the house. That was your speculation.â
Cherise frowned. âMy speculation?â.
âYes. | never confirmed it.â
âBut you didnât deny it either!â Cherise sighed, feeling wronged. She got up from the sofa and ran upstairs. âYou liar!â She stopped after a few steps because she saw an adorable yet confused little girl in a pink sweater.
Serafina looked up and smiled at Cherise. âMommy, you're awake.â Cherise stood frozen in place. She stared blankly at the child before her. âYou called me... âMommyâ?â Serafina beamed at her. âYes.â The little girl quickly turned around and shouted, âRen, come quick. Mommy is awake!â Behind her, a little boy in a light blue shirt walked over leisurely. âAlright | got it.â
âMs. Cherise, let me introduce you.â
Soren walked to Cheriseâs side, looked up, and smil led at\percMly \"\
najne is! Sore hoioke aw. You can call me Ren. ae little girl in front of you is my sister. Her name is Serafina Shaw. You can call her Sera. We're fraternal twins you gave birth to five years ago.â
âOur father is this gentleman.â Soren walked to the railing on the second floor and pe Dore Marc O m ddwastits. âI know you don't remember us now, and you may not be able to accept that you're married with kids for the time being.â
Afterward, the boy put his hands in his pockets and walked up to Cherise coolly. âBut [isdioke one mustell |
you that Mi. len and your children love you. You need to quickly regain your memory. Sera and | are still waiting to attend you and Mr.
Damienâs wedding.â
Cherise listened blankly to what Soren said. She pursed her lips silently and turned to look at the man downstairs. âYou said he really loves me?â