Chapter 999 Deceptive Depths
“Many unfortunate events may have transpired between you and Mr. Lenoir afterward,” she began, her words measured and
deliberate, “but he has tirelessly endeavored to reconcile and has never ceased searching for you.”
“As for what you mentioned, Alexis being the child of you and your first love...” Frances shook her head with a knowing smile.
“That scenario is even more imusible,” she asserted calmly.
Her hands tightly sped together, Cherise tilted her head inquisitively as she locked eyes with Frances. “Why is it impossible?”
she questioned, her brow furrowing with curiosity.
With a serene smile, Frances proceeded to elucidate, cing the aromatherapy machine on the windowsill as she spoke. “Such
fabrications are often concocted by men whockmon sense,” she exined patiently.
Cherise Turrowed her brow, her confusion evident as she continued to gaze at Frances, seeking further rification and
understanding.
As Frances positioned the aromatherapy machine on the windowsill, she turned to Cherise with a smile, preparing to elucidate.
“These intricacies are often clearer to women,” she remarked softly.
“Consider this: Alexis is four and a half years old this year, born just under six months after Soren and Sera.
Frances paused, allowing the weight of her words to settle. “Pregnancy typicallysts ten months,” she continued, her tone
gently guiding Cherise’s understanding.
With a subtle wink, she posed a thought-provoking question. “How could you have given birth to Alexis in such a short span after
Soren and Sera?”
Cherise was rendered speechless.
Frances exnation does indeed appear to be usible and grounded in logic...
She pursed her lips, a realization dawning upon her that Sebastian had indeed deceived her.
Turning her gaze to Frances''s retreating form, Cherise couldn’t help but seek further guidance. “So. Frances,” she began
tentatively, her voice tinged with uncertainty, “if both men have deceived you, which one would you choose?”
Frances paused momentarily, caught off guard by the unexpected inquiry. However, she quicklyposed herself and turned to
face Cherise with a warm smile. “As a loyal servant of the Lenoir family, | would naturally advise you to choose Mr. Lenoir,” she
replied diplomatically.
“But | understand that may not be the answer you''re seeking.”
“If | were in your position,” she confessed, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “I wouldn’t choose either. Instead, | would feign
illness to observe their reactions.”
Cherise, her lips pursed in contemtion. “Just like that?” she echoed.
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Frances approached Cherise and gently tucked her into bed, her movements imbued with a sense of maternal care. “I may be
old and thus tend to be more pragmatic,” she began, her voice soft yet resolute.
“In situations where both parties have deceived me, | would choose the one who consistently demonstrates kindness and
concern for my well-being.”
She paused, her eyes meeting Cherise’s with unwavering sincerity. “Even if he has deceived me, it may have been with good
intentions rather than ulterior motives, she exined.
“However, if the individual who deceives me shows no care when | am unwell, it may indicate deeper intentions.
After Frances left, Cherise closed her eyes and contemted deeply while lying on the bed.
She acknowledged the validity of Frances’s perspective, yet a sense of constraint weighed heavily upon her.
Confined by Damien’s control, even if Sebastian wished to provide care, hecked the resources to do
Despite any genuine care Damien may show her, Cherise cannot easily overlook their tumultuous past.
She has evolved from the person she once was and cannot pretend to be indifferent.
At eight o''clock in the evening. Damien returned home, hisughter with the children downstairs echoing through the house.
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Cherise, however, remained confined to her small bedroom, with dinner brought to her by Frances.
At half past nine in the evening, Cherise discerned Damien’s footsteps as he exited the children’s bedroom
The lengthy corridor seemed unusually quiet, amplifying the sound of his approach towards her room, one footstep after the
other.
Damien was walking towards her bedroom.
Shortly after, the door swung open, revealing Damien dressed in light gray loungewear, his demeanor carrying an air of nobility
and aloofness.
Furrowing his brow slightly, Damien addressed the skipped dinner. “Frances mentioned that you didn’t cal, he remarked with
concern
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