Chapter 11


    Damien’s smile appeared soft and seductive under the moonlight. Cherise pursed her lips and felt her


    cheeks heating up. “Check them…” “I’ll check them when we get home.” She suddenly gasped. “I was


    only bluffing in Lenoir Residence… He’s much stronger than me. How can I win against him in a fight? I


    don’t have the power to make him stop bullying you.” Cherise looked down at her bare feet. “But… I


    can bring you to escape with me. I can run quite fast.” Damien could not help butugh when he saw


    her serious expression. “Are you nning to run away with me every time?” “Yes.” Cherise nodded, but


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    she realized something and shook her head. “I won’t keep running. I will be able to protect you once I


    get stronger.” Damien nced at her under the moonlight and smiled. “Sure, I’ll wait for you to be


    stronger.” “Okay!” Cherise clenched her fists. Her face was flushed. She patted her cheeks and looked


    at the dark and empty road. “We might not be able to get home tonight.” I damaged my shoes while


    using it to hit Tristan. I can’t walk home barefoot while pushing Damien in his wheelchair. It’s too


    far. Damien smiled and said, “Close your eyes and count to ten. I will figure out a way then.” Cherise


    pursed her lips. “This is not the time for jokes.” “You can give it a try. Then, you will find out whether I


    was joking.” “I’m not a kid.” Cherise pouted and rolled her eyes, but she still closed her eyes as he


    asked and began to count. “One, two, three…” Her voice sounded bright and pure in the night. Damien


    could not stop looking at her through the ck silk cloth over his eyes. He did not notice that his gaze


    had turned unusually gentle at this moment. “Eight, nine, ten!” Cherise opened her eyes immediately at


    the count of ten. A car shone so brightly in the distance that Cherise could not open her eyes. The said


    car stopped before her and Damien a few secondster. Then, the door opened, and Mr. Kolson, the


    driver, rushed out of the car, saying, ‘I’mte. My apologies, Mr. Lenoir.” “You’re notte yet.” Damien


    smiled indifferently. “But we would have to deduct your sry if you were another minutete.” Cherise


    finally realized something. She pursed her lips as she helped Damien into the car. “I thought you had a


    good n, but you only contacted Mr. Kolson to pick us up.” Damien got onto the car seat slowly. “This


    is the best n a blind man cane up with.” Cherise disliked that he kept calling himself a ‘blind


    man.’ She pursed her lips and sat down beside him. Mr. Kolson started the car. Cherise did not get


    enough sleepst night. She leaned into the leather chair and identally fell asleep as the car


    traveled. She vaguely heard someone speaking softly. “Mr. Lenoir, we have arrived.” “Don’t wake her


    up. Let her sleep.” “But…” Later, Cherise sensed herself floating in the air like someone had lifted her.


    Then, she found herself in a warm andfortable embrace. She smelled the person’s minty and


    masculine scent. At the same time, she felt dizzy and was unable to differentiate between dream and


    reality. Perhaps… I’m dreaming. The minty and unique masculine scent continued to fill her nostrils.


    She felt drowsy, unsure whether she was in a dream or that what happened was real. Perhaps I’m


    dreaming. She dreamed she was in a man’s gentle embrace. He ced her on a soft bed.


    Furthermore, he carefully tidied her hair and said, “Silly girl.” His voice was low and deep. It felt familiar,


    but Cherise could not recall where she had heard it. Cherise woke up in the early morning of the


    following day. The sunlight felt ring to her eyes. She yawned and sat in bed, realizing she was in her


    marital bedroom. Cherise frowned and tried hard to remember what happenedst night. She


    remembered getting into Mr. Kolson’s car with Damien to leave Lenoir Residence. She felt drowsy then


    and wanted to rest for a while. Did… I sleep through the night? How did I get to the bedroom from the


    car? Could it be… She recalled the dream fromst night. No… That’s impossible. She shook her head


    and pushed out the illogical idea from her mind. “Are you awake?” A gruff male voice sounded. Cherise


    was stunned. She immediately turned around and looked toward the source of the voice.


    Coincidentally, she found herself looking straight into Damien’s eyes. She blushed and instinctively


    looked away. Isn’t Damien blind? Why does his gaze look so sharp and focused? However, she


    recalled Damien could not see and wondered why she blushed and felt nervous. Thus, she smiled and


    said, “You’re awake.” “Yes.” Unbeknownst to Cherise, Damien could see her every gesture. He smiled


    and stood up with the help of a crutch. “I didn’t sleep wellst night.” Cherise frowned and asked,


    “Why?” Damien’s tone carried a hint of resentment, but his eyes crinkled in good humor. “You snored.”


    Cherise was rendered speechless. She cleared her throat awkwardly and changed the topic. “How did I


    get herest night?” “You sleepwalked here,” Damien answered, heading into the bathroom without


    ncing at her. Cherise was left without retort. She red at his back and scowled. He said I snored


    last night. That’s impossible! How could he say I sleepwalked? “I don’t sleepwalk.” However, Damien


    did not respond but closed the bathroom door. Cherise rolled her eyes and red at the closed door.


    Then, she stood up and removed the severely wrinkled dress before changing into a clean pair of jeans


    and a white T-shirt. She had just finished putting on her clothes when her phone rang. It was a call from


    Lucy. Lucy sounded anxious on the phone. “Cherry, you muste here now! Someone’s tearing your


    books and burning your notes on campus!” Cherise widened her eyes in shock. “What?” She grew up


    in a vige and felt proud to be able to study in Adania. Therefore, she reserved a space in the study


    room and ced all her study materials and notes there. Many students did the same thing, and


    nothing terrible had evere up. She could not figure out why someone would destroy her books and


    notes. “You must get here immediately! Otherwise, it will be toote!” Cherise hung up and rushed out


    of the room. Meanwhile, Damien sat on a couch and sipped tea as he listened to Mr. Kolson read the


    news. He frowned when he saw Cherise running. “Why are you rushing?” “I need to go to school


    immediately. Something happened!” Cherise hurried to the doorway and changed her shoes. “Can you


    let Mr. Kolson send me there? It’s urgent.” I won’t be able to get a taxi at this hour! “Go,” Damien


    ordered indifferently. Mr. Kolson put down the newspaper and followed Cherise out of the house. “Mr.


    Lenoir.” Mr. Hampson, the butler, waited for Cherise to leave beforeing to Damien. “I received


    news from Lenoir Residence. Triston has gone to Mrs. Lenoir’s school.” Damien sneered, “Prepare a


    car for me.” “Are you going to Mrs. Lenoir’s school?” “Yes.” “But…” Mr. Hampson wanted to say


    something but stopped. He hesitated before saying, “Mr. Lenoir, with our current n, we are not ready


    to face Tristan head-on.” Damien pulled off the ck silk cloth over his eyes and looked at Mr.


    Hampson sternly. “He has ill intentions against my wife. Why should I care about the n?”