Chapter 912 The Clueless Husband


    ‘What should | do in this situation?”


    Soon, Lucy’s reply came.


    ‘Do you want to hear the truth?”


    ‘Yes,’ Cherise typed.


    ‘If | were you, | would go to the appointment, get Sebastian drunk, and make him sign an agreement to transfer the shares to


    Damien.’


    ‘But | can hold my liquor while you can’t, so this method might not work for you. You better not go’


    Sighing out loud, Cherise rubbed her temples.


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    ‘Well, that’s basically what | mean.’


    Lucy’s words were straightforward, ‘If you really want to help Damien, it’s better to go talk to Sebastian in the office and organize


    the information. It’s more effective than doing nothing.’


    Cherise gripped her phone tightly by her side and closed her eyes, seriously considering Lucy''s suggestion.


    She had to admit that Lucy was right.


    The most effective way to help Damien was to go talk to Sebastian and ask him not to make things difficult for Damien.


    Although she knew her abilities were limited and that Sebastian might not be willing to go through the deal just because they


    were old ssmates, she still had to try something.


    Even if she failed, she would not regret trying to plead with Sebastian.


    Taking a deep breath, Cherise mustered her courage and found Sebastian’s contact information again Just as she opened the


    chat box, she heard the footsteps of a man outside the door.


    A few secondster, Damien, who was sweating profusely, handed Cherise arge ck stic bag.


    Cherise looked at the fully packed stic bag in front of her, shocked.


    “Why... so many?”


    “| don’t know which brand you like, or which type you prefer.”


    Fidgeting nervously with his hands, Damien looked a little embarrassed as he turned his face away and said, “So | bought every


    kind.”


    Dumbfounded, Cherise was left speechless.


    Every kind... he bought them all?


    Does this man know how many brands and types of sanitary pads there are?


    Just as she was pondering this, Damien handed her another big bag and then another.


    Cherise continued to stare in amazement at the line of bags in front of her.


    Finally, she looked at the severalrge bags of sanitary pads that almost filled the bathroom and finally believed that Damien had


    not been exaggerating.


    He really did... buy them all.


    It was fortunate that she had sent him to a small convenience store.


    Otherwise, would he have filled the entire bedroom?


    But considering that he didn’t know any better and that he really did it for her sake, Cherise couldn''t bear to me him.


    She could only pick out a nighttime pad from the pile and then neatly stack the rest in a corner.


    Cherise believed that when Frances


    came to clean the next day, she


    would definitely be shocked by the


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    The woman shook her head helplessly, tidied herself up, and then left with her phone in hand.


    On the big bed outside, Damien had already prepared warm water mixed with brown sugar and a heating pad. He was just


    patiently waiting for her.


    Seeing her approach, the man quickly


    handed her the water mixed with


    brown sugar and then gently ced


    the heating pad on her lower


    abdomen. “Does it hurt?” he asked


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    Cherise was deeply moved; she finished the water with one gulp. “It doesn’t hurt.”


    She had never had the problem of


    menstrual pain. This time, her


    menstruation came early because


    she had been staying upte and


    couldn''t sleep, causing a hormonal


    imbnce. It would be fine after


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    Still worried, Damien’s eyebrows nted with concern as he said, “Should we go for a check-up tomorrow?”


    “No need!”


    Cherise helplessly nced at him, amused by his serious expression. “I am a doctor myself. | know how serious it is; it’s not a


    big deal!”


    After saying that, she put down the cup of water mixed with brown sugar and turned off the bedsidemp. “Let’s go to sleep!”


    Damieny back on the bed, carefully holding her in his arms. “If it hurts, just tell me,” he said softly.