Chapter 204


    Chapter 204 Not Lennon?


    Cherise descended the stairs to find ke waiting for her, and he greeted her, “Good morning. Cherry!”


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


    Cherise tightened her lips and replied. “Stop calling me that!”


    She gave her forehead a little smack, mumbling to herself that it wasn’t the time to dwell on it


    NOW,


    She dashed downstairs, took ke’s hand, and pulled him towards the exit. “Stop eating, let’s go now!”


    “When we get out of here, I’ll treat you to something better!”


    ke appeared puzzled. “Why the rush? I’ve only had a few bites; I’m not done eating yet!”


    Cherise pressed her lips together, unable to exin at the moment. “We need to get out of here


    now.”


    “Hey, what’s the hurry to leave?” Lennon came out of his room and overheard Cherise’s conversation.


    Cherise, still holding ke’s hand, hesitated for a moment. “Why are you here?”


    If Lennon was here, then who was it in the room upstairs?


    Lennon yawned. “This is my own house. Where else would I be?”


    “Both of you have taken over my master bedroom, and now you want to kick me out?”


    Cherise was thoroughly puzzled. What did he mean by both of us had taken over his master bedroom?


    Both of us? Me and who??


    As Cherise came downstairs alone, Lennon looked at her and asked, “Why did youe down alone?


    Where’s Damien?”


    A sense of unease crept over Cherise, and just then, they heard a door opening upstairs. Cherise


    instinctively shifted her gaze toward the stairs.


    A striking man in sleek ck attire descended the staircase. He carried an air of sophistication and


    confidence, moving with a grace that turned heads.


    His face, previously concealed beneath ck silk, was now exposed, revealing his eyes that added a


    layer of rebellion to his demeanor.


    Cherise was momentarily stunned, her eyes locked on him. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks- the guy


    she’d been sharing a bed withst night? That wasn’t Lennon; it was Damien’


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    A sense of relief washed through her. She had just freaked out a minute ago, thinking she had slept


    with Lennonst night.


    She thought about running to Damien and hugging him for a moment. However, the memories of the


    previous night at Lenoir’s Manor flooded her mind, and Cherise chose not to.


    Meanwhile, Lennon, cool as a cucumber, leaning against the door frame, raised an eyebrow and said


    to Damien. “If you don’t hurry up, they might just bail on you.”


    All suave and debonair, Damien strolled down the stairs, making a beeline for the dining table. “Let’s


    grab some grub before we hit the road.”


    Cherise pursed her lips and kept quiet. Instead, she gave Lennon a look and said. “I’m not hungry. I’m


    off to school.”


    With that, she dashed to the door to slip on her shoes. By the entrance, she noticed two pairs of


    sneakers. Her white canvas sneakers from the night before were trashed from all that rain. Next to


    them was another pair of canvas sneakers, not brand new, but the ones she’d scribbled on herself.


    Wait! Did Damien notice my sneakers were ruined and brought me a new pair?


    Cherise mused, her eyes glued to him. She locked eyes with Damien, who casually enjoyed breakfast


    at the dining table.


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