Chapter 834 Damien Cooks


    "Family matters? What''s thetest family drama?" Charles'' voice resonated through the phone.


    Damien chuckled, bncing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he skillfully chopped


    vegetables. "Nothing too exciting, just preparing some food for my father-inw and the gang, keeping


    myself upied."


    Charles, on the other end, spluttered. "You... you''re cooking?" he stammered. "Since when? But you


    told me you couldn''t even boil water when I asked you to make dinner for Maeve!"


    Damien shed a teasing grin. "Nope, wife-only policy, just like your sister-only rule with cooking. You


    have hands and feet, buddy, so cook for your owndy."


    He ended the call before Charles could respond.


    On the other end, Charles stared at his phone, mouth agape. So Damien wasn''t helpless in the kitchen.


    He was just pretending! Because Charles, with his perfectly capable hands and feet, should be cooking


    for his wife, Maeve. Damien might love his sister, but family ties didn''t extend to the kitchen in his


    world, apparently!


    "What did Dame say?" Maeve asked, concern furrowing her brow as she saw Charles''s frown. She


    gently patted the little girl cradled in her arms.


    "He said we''ll talkter, he''s busy." Charles turned to Maeve, frustration evident in his voice.


    He continued, "You won''t believe what he''s ''busy'' with! He''s actually preparing a feast for Cherise and


    Beckham! The same guy who refused to cook me a simple pasta dish! I guess love triumphs over


    friendship for Damien, huh?"


    Maeve leaned back, a smile ying on her lips. She gently patted her sleeping daughter with one hand


    and looked up at Charles with raised eyebrows. "Isn''t that a good thing?"


    Charles''s eyebrows shot up. "Good? You consider catering to Cherise''s every whim good?"


    "He''s finally showing some warmth, isn''t he? Remember when you first met Dame? You told me he


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    was distant, cold towards the world, and destined to be alone. Now look at him, preparing gourmet


    meals for hisdy love."


    Maeve sighed, a wave of relief washing over her. "He has always been this cold, reserved guy.


    Although I wasn''t around much then, Grandpa always nagged about Dame''s personality, saying


    making friends for him would be like climbing Mount Everest in flip-flops. But then Cherry came along


    and brought normalcy into Dame''s life. And now that they''re back together, that warmth, that kindness


    is shining through again. Isn''t that something to be happy about?"


    Charles felt betrayed when even Maeve spoke up for Damien.


    "Forget it," he mumbled, but doubt gnawed at him. Could he really be overreacting?


    Maeve met his gaze, her smile gentle. "Annoyed? Not at all. I have you. My brother cooks for his wife.


    You cook for me. It''s all good, right?"


    She winked. "Speaking of food, is it ready? I''m famished!"


    Charles blinked, momentarily speechless. Then he chuckled. "Yes, love. It''s ready." Updated at


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