Chapter 203


    Chapter 203 What Have I Done?


    It was a night filled with confusion. Before heading to Lennon’s, Damien thought he was ready toe


    clean with Cherise. He was naive to believe that everything was under control.


    He hadn’t imagined he would get worked up and be disoriented, causing him to deviate from his


    initial n.


    He raised his hand and gently ruffled her head. “Cherry.”


    “Damien, you lied to me…”


    Even in her sleep, Cherise was restless, gritting her teeth and muttering in her dreams.


    Damien sighed, removed her clothes, and slipped under the covers, holding her. “It’s my fault.”


    “I shouldn’t have lied to you.


    “I should have told you earlier.”


    “You jerk!”


    “Yes, I’m a jerk.”


    “I won’t forgive you…”


    “Then I’ll behave well and wait for your forgiveness…”


    “…”


    The voice of the sleeping woman was slightly muddled. “I think I’m starting to fall in love with


    you…


    Damien, holding Cherise’s arm, paused for a moment.


    After a while, he tightened his 7 on her arm. “Me too.”


    And like that, Damien held her, listened to her slumber-induced chatter, and closed his eyes.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Just as Damien was on the verge of falling asleep while holding Cherise, the phone in her pocket.


    buzzed. He furrowed his brow, retrieved Cherise’s phone, and was about to silence it when he noticed


    a familiar name:n Philips. Almost instinctively, he opened the message.


    Hey, Cherry, don’t forget our bet. Have you tested Damien’s eyes? Can he see? Remember not to


    underestimate him.”


    Damien’s grip on the phone tightened.


    He knew. He knew Cherise wouldn’t suddenly start doubting his sight and even resort to thisme


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    idea to test him. It turned out thatn was the instigator.


    Damien sneered and deleted the message. After erasing it, he contemted for a moment and blocked


    lan’s number on Cherise’s phone before he went to bed contentedly and snuggled up to


    his wife.


    That night, Cherise slept soundly.


    The following morning, with the rising sun, Cherise opened her eyes. She instinctively pushed away the


    man’s arm draped over her, stretchedzily, and wanted to get out of bed to freshen up and make


    breakfast.


    However, when she got out of bed and surveyed the room, she noticed that the decor was… different.


    Her mind froze for a few seconds before fullyprehending everything that had transpired the


    previous night!


    Where am I? Is this Lennon’s house? Then, the person in the bed…


    A sense of panic surged within her!


    Had she, in a drunken haze, done anything out of the track with Lennonst night?


    Cherise was in full-blown panic mode!


    As far as she could recollect, she had only been drinking with Lennonst night because she was


    distraught about the truth about Damien’s eyes!


    She involuntarily looked down at her skimpy tank top and panties, her only garments.


    Tears welled up in her eyes! She had been undressed!


    Did she actually… have intercourse with Lennon?


    Cherise felt her nose tingle. She had only had a bit of alcoholst night because she was troubled.


    about Damien’s eyes!


    How could this have happened? How was she going to face Damien? She didn’t even dare to lift the


    covers and find out who this man was….


    Anxious, she ruffled her hair, hastily donned her clothes from the floor, and quickly tied her hair into a


    ponytail.


    She then threw on a coat and left the room. In the dining room downstairs, ke was savoring his


    breakfast.