Chapter 828 He''s My Dad!


    Damien''s brow furrowed. Even now, after everything, Cherise was still worried about Beckham''s


    feelings.


    Thinking about Beckham''s cold shoulder to her, Damien cherished Cherise even more.


    He reached up, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. "Why do you care what he thinks? Does he matter that


    much to you?"


    Cherise, eyes clear and determined, nodded. "Of course! He''s my dad!"


    Sure, their rtionship wasn''t as close as Elvis''s couple, but the blood tie was undeniable. Of course,


    she cared!


    Damien, his eyes full of unspoken emotion, brushed a kiss against her lips. "There''s no need to worry


    about him anymore. He already knows."


    Cherise froze. "How... how does he know?"


    Cherise''s stomach twisted.


    The news was barely a day old, and howe Dad already knew before she and Lyra did?


    Her suspicionsnded on Damien, her eyes shing. "Was it you? You told him?"


    Damien didn''t flinch. He held her gaze with a calmness that felt like a p in the face. "Yes. I went


    straight to him after what went downst night."


    Cherise felt the air thicken, her heart hammering against her ribs. Why would Damien keep this from


    her? She stared at him, speechless.


    Suddenly, she turned her anger towards Damien. "Don''t you know how much this will hurt him? Why


    tell him before me?"


    Anger, raw and sharp, edged her voice. It was understandable, Damien knew, but a knot of worry


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    twisted in his gut.


    In Cherise''s mind, Damien was always the careful one, the one who weighed every move. Why would


    he do something she knew would cut Dad so deep?


    Damien, his smile a little sad, tucked a stray hair behind Cherise''s ear. "Cherry, I know you''re worried


    sick about your dad. It''s because you''re seeing things as his daughter, but I''m not."


    Cherise, still fuming, kept her hand away. She wasn''t ready for intimacy. "Then how do you see it?"


    Cherise wanted to argue, but he touched her lips, silencing her.


    He stared at her, his jaw set. "I know this might piss you off, doing this behind your back. But that''s


    what husbands do, right? Take the punches for their wives. Whatever you throw at me, I deserve it."


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    How could I refute him? After all, he''s merely stating facts; my father''s favoritism towards Gwenn is


    undeniable.