Chapter 771 Pierogi Or Yourself


    Cherise was filled with excitement as she nestled in Damien’s arms, eager to inquire about his ns.


    Unbeknownst to her, the car hade to a stop.


    “Alright, time to get out,” Damien said, amused by Cherise’s enthusiasm. He yfully tweaked her


    nose. “Are you hungry?”


    Surprised by his question, Cherise instinctively nced out of the car window, only to realize they had


    parked in front of a restaurant.


    The signboard read, ‘Ziphon’s Famous Seared Trout.’


    Seared trout!


    Just the sight of those words sent her into a frenzy of excitement.


    Cherise passionately kissed Damien’s cheek before hastily exiting the car. “Seared trout, here Ie!”


    She was in high spirits and determined to indulge in a feast.


    However, Cherise did not anticipate that, apart from seared trout, every other dish in this restaurant


    was spicy. Damien couldn’t handle spicy food. She vividly remembered how Damien had made himself


    ill by consuming spicy food when they were in Lermille.


    Cherise pursed her lips and hesitated. “Shall we go somewhere else?”


    She recalled that neither she nor Damien ate much at Miles Manor. Damien only had a few bites.


    Although she loved seared trout, it didn’t feel right to enjoy food while he could only watch.


    “It’s okay,” Damien reassured her, ruffling her hair. He then ordered the food Cherise liked. “Do you


    have a non-spicy side dish?”


    The waiter was surprised but quickly nodded. “We do…”


    “Bring me one of your non-spicy side dishes,” Damien said with a smile, returning the menu to the


    waiter. “Please hurry. My wife is hungry.”


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    The waiter had overheard Cherise’s words and knew Damien couldn’t handle spicy food. But since


    Cherise loved spicy food, he was willing to endure eating a nd side dish to keep her happy.


    Realizing this, the waiter sighed. “What a fortunate wife.”


    “Hurry up,” Damien said, waving his hand. “If my wife changes her mind, you won’t be able to earn my


    money.”


    The waiter immediately dashed off to prepare the food.


    Cherise pursed her lips and looked at Damien with a hint of helplessness. “Why are you torturing


    yourself like this? We can go to another ce. This isn’t the only ce that serves seared trout.”


    “But this ce has the best seared trout in Ziphon,” Damien replied, smiling as he poured a ss of


    water for Cherise. We don’te here often. I want you to taste the best.”


    Cherise blushed at his affectionate tone. She pursed her lips, epted the ss he offered, and


    smiled


    shyly. “We’ll eat what you like tomorrow.”


    “Sure.” Damien said, smiling at her. “But what I like to eat isn’t found in a restaurant. I enjoyed your


    handmade pierogi.”


    “Il make them for you often!” Cherise said, looking at him shyly. “Let me know whenever you want


    them. I’ll make them for you.”


    Damien nced at her body, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Are you offering me pierogi… or


    yourself?”


    Cherise was stunned. She blushed and red at him. “You’re not serious!”


    But cream cake is also an option,” Damien added.


    Cherise was rendered speechless.


    Memories of him licking frosting off her body reyed in her mind. Her cheeks turned even redder.


    Soon, the waiter served the food.


    Seeing Cherise’s flushed face, the waiter suggested thoughtfully, “Ma’am, would you like me to turn on


    the air conditioning?”


    Cherise was stunned.


    What air conditioning?