Chapter 27

Chapter 27 My Woman

“Yes, the usual.”

The waiter nodded and left.

The table was soon filled with various delicacies that Cherise had never seen.

Upon seeing the curious gaze in her eyes as she looked at the food, Damien said nonchalantly “Let’s

eat.”

Cherise nodded. She picked up her utensils and started eating.

She hadn’t eaten lunch because of what had happened in the morning with Mary. Her stomach was

rumbling with hunger after so many hours.

She suddenly thought of something when they were almost done with their meal. She looked up at

Damien. “Where’s Blake?”

Didn’t he ask Blake to do something?Why don’t I see Blake at all?

Mr. Kolson, who was at the side, looked at the time. “He’s late. He’ll reach in a minute.”

Cherise acknowledged it and didn’t overthink it. She looked down and continued eating.

She knew Blake was arriving soon but never thought he wouldn’t be alone.

The young boy dressed in white sportswear slowly walked up the stairs.

He was dragging a long iron chain in his hands.

The other end of the iron chain was fastened tightly to a man’s hands.

The man behind Blake was covered in blood and couldn’t stand up. He drooped on the ground weakly,

and his pants were tattered from being dragged. His flesh was exposed, and it was dripping with blood.

‘Clang. The cutlery in Cherise’s hands fell to the ground.

She was rendered speechless from astonishment at the scene before her.

The man before her gracefully took another set of utensils and gave it to her. “Are you full?”

Cherise held her cutlery stiffly. She couldn’t move her eyes away from the man behind Blake.

“Traffic was bad.”

Blake tugged on the iron chain viciously. The man behind him fell in response.

Cherise finally saw clearly the face of the man that Blake was pulling.

It was as though the air was knocked out of her.

“Nicky!”

“Cherry.”

Nicky looked up. The wound on his head was bleeding, and blood flowed to his face. He looked at

Cherise, and his voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry. I won’t harass you in the future.”

“I beg you to let me go…”

Cherise gritted her teeth viciously.

For a moment, she didn’t know if she should help Nicky plead for mercy.

On the one hand, she abhorred Nicky. Everything he had done to her all these years disgusted her

greatly.

On the other hand, Nicky was Grandma’s biological grandson and Uncle Shaw’s biological nephew.

Was she really going to stand by and watch?

“She isn’t the one you should beg.”

The man in the wheelchair reached out his large and slender hands to hold his utensils. He calmly ate

the celery before him. “I sent someone to teach you a lesson and bring you here.”

“She can’t change my mind or determine whether you live or die.”

Nicky gritted his teeth. The pain had started to distort his expressions. “Mister, I know what I said might

have offended you, but you don’t hold grudges, right?”

“I do.”

Damien laughed indifferently. He picked up his red wine and sipped it. “I heard that you’ve tormented

my woman many times.”

Nicky was taken aback. “Your woman?”

“Cherise Shaw.”

It was as though Nicky was struck by lightning. He couldn’t move.

Cherise was a scrawny and petite country bumpkin. How did she get to know someone of such

stature?

And she was even with him…

Nicky subconsciously sized up the man whose eyes were covered with silk ribbon. “You….”

“According to your seniority in the family, perhaps I should be more polite to you.”

A bleak and cold smile was on the corners of Damien’s lips. “But I don’t want to.”