Chapter 988: Chapter 1005 A Black Fabric

“I’m heading downstairs now. If you prefer not to raise your voice, just inform the bodyguard at the door, and he’ll relay the message, Frances offered before making her exit.

Cherise hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Actually… I do have a request.”

Frances halted in her tracks, turning back to face Cherise. “What else can I assist you with?”

“I need a piece of fabric.” Cherise explained, her brow wrinkling as she tried to recall the details of the black satin cloth covering Damien’s eyes in her dream. “A piece of black satin fabric with intricate dark patterns.” She gestured with her hands, indicating the desired dimensions. “About this size.”

Frances’ heart skipped a beat as she processed Cherise’s request. The fabric she described… can it possibly be…

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” Cherise inquired noticing Frances sudden silence.

“Oh, no. No issue at all!” Frances quickly reassured her, flashing a bright smile as she swung the door open. Tll fetch it for you right away!” It’s just a simple piece of black fabric. It’s completely harmless, right? With that thought, Frances descended the stairs, making her way to the utility room to locate the requested item.

After a thorough search, Frances finally located the black fabric amidst the various spare pieces stored in the house, remnants from when Damien pretended to be blind five years prior. “Here you go,”

Frances said, presenting the fabric to Cherise, who accepted it with hands trembling uncontrollably. It was exactly as she had seen in her dream.

Shortly after Cherise had finished her meal, Lucy made her entrance. “Damien’s keeping a close eye on you,” she remarked, opening the door and settling on the edge of Cherise’s bed. “When I arrived, I spotted someone lingering beneath a window of one of the rooms. It puzzled me initially-what could be the purpose of standing under a window? But now that I’m here, it’s clear. It’s your room.”

With a swift motjon, Lucy opened the book she had brought and laid it out before Cherise. From her pocket, she retrieved a box of cigarettes. “Mind if I indulge?” she inquired, to which Cherise shook her head. “Not at all.”

“Does Damien truly believe you’ve become invincible?” Lucy chuckled, crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette. “Even with amnesia, you’re not foolish enough to contemplate a leap from a room at this height!” She pushed the book toward Cherise. Take a look.”

Cherise furrowed her brow as she inspected the item before her, flipping through pages of the book.

with a puzzled expression. “What’s all this?” she queried, the book revealing a collection of old photographs depicting a diverse array of individuals spanning various ages.

“These are faces from your past,” Lucy replied casually, taking another drag from her cigarette. “I heard. you and Damien had a bit of a falling out?”

“It’s rather unnecessary,” Lucy said, gracefully blowing smoke rings into the air. “Lately, Damien’s been preoccupied with you. Since you mentioned a desire to reclaim your memories, about a week ago, he began dispatching people to gather information from those who knew you. He’s been requesting any “Cherry, you’re twenty-five now,” Lucy remarked, her smile aloof. “In those twenty-five years, I’ve crossed paths with thousands of people. I thought it was an impossible feat, but Damien somehow managed to pull it off.” She produced several additional books from her bag nonchalantly. The man’s utterly mad. He’s gathered photos of every person who has ever known you.

As Cherise continued to leaf through the pages, her confusion lingered. “Will I… regain my memory by looking at these photos?” she inquired, searching for clarity.

“Of course not,” Lucy replied curtly.