Chapter 402

Chapter 402 Stop Endangering Ourselves

“You don’t have the authority to challenge our family head’s decision, Zachary asserted.

Meanwhile, as Mandy and Blake left the Wool Residence, Damien’s car was already waiting at the

entrance.

“You actually came,” Mandy remarked, her lips pursed. She opened the passenger door and gently

guided Cherise inside. Glancing at Damien, she added, “I should have asked you to come in earlier.”

Pursing her lips again, she said, “Your sister might have revealed more than she should have.”

“I know,” Damien nodded and closed his eyes. “Go ahead, both of you. I’ll handle this on my

own.”

“Well, then,” Mandy sighed, shut the car door, and walked away. Cherise sat in a daze, her body rigid in

the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

Damien put out his cigarette, fastened Cherise’s seatbelt, started the car, and said, “Hold on tight.”

Cherise zoned out, unable to find the right words for Damien. Countless thoughts filled her mind, but

she lacked the courage to express them. Instead, she pretended to be lost in thought while tears

continued to flow uncontrollably. She felt utterly helpless, as if crying was her only option.

“You…” Damien let out a faint sigh, pressed down on the gas pedal, and merged onto the city’s outer

ring road. The speed quickly reached its maximum, the wind roaring past their ears, and the

speedometer displayed an alarming velocity.

Cherise watched the rapidly passing trees outside her window, and finally, she snapped back to reality.

The car’s speed on the dashboard had reached a dangerous level.

She bit her lip hard. “Have you lost your mind?”

“I have.”

Damien’s deep voice carried a hint of self-mockery. “Cherry, would you die with me?”

“Damien!”

Cherise clenched her teeth. Her face, red from crying, now turned pale with tension. She glared. at him.

“Slow down!”

“No.” He sneered, accelerating the car stubbornly.

Cherise’s heart pounded with anxiety. At this speed, the slightest mistake or collision could have

catastrophic consequences, leaving them beyond any hope of rescue.

“Stop the car!” she shouted, biting her lip to hold back her tears. “This is madness!”

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deal ears, she took a deep breath and continued, “Who was it that

whispered in my ear last night about wanting to have a child with me on our farm?”

“At this rate, how can we even think about having a child?”

Damien chuckled softly and downshifted, reducing the speed. “But you cried.”

“I’m not crying anymore! Slow down!”

He shifted down another gear, but the car still maintained a pace faster than the average vehicle.

Cherise, with a racing heart, took a deep breath. “Damien, can we please calm down and have a

conversation instead of risking our lives like this?”

“Sure,” she relented. “Let’s have a proper conversation instead of playing with our lives like this!”

Damien’s deep gaze lightly brushed over her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

Gradually, the car slowed down. Cherise’s heart, which had been pounding, finally eased. The vehicle

came to a stop on the beach by the sea.

Damien got out of the car, circled around to her side, and opened the door.

Cherise, gripping the door handle tightly, started to feel nauseous. The intense fear had momentarily

overshadowed her physical discomfort. But with the car stopped, all the unpleasant sensations

returned, and she felt as if she might be sick.