“Sweetheart, even though you can’t see anything, allow me to paint the scene around us with words,”


    Cherise began softly, leaning into Damien’s embrace. “We’re standing on a bridge overlooking a serene


    river. The clear water below flows gently, originating from a mountain stream” She continued, her voice


    earnest. “There are fish in that river… There’s trout, whitelish…


    Cherise was always happy and joyful in her dreams, even when Damien was blind. Yet upon waking.


    Cherise found hall her pillow soaked with tears. Theughter and delight of her dreams stood in stark


    contrast to the emptiness that enveloped her upon awakening.


    Since Sebastian had emerged, there was a rift between her and Damien. Damien had distanced


    himself From Cherise and never shared a bed with her. The stark contrast between the warmth of her


    dreams and the chilly reality made Cherise feel like her heart was being constricted, causing


    considerable difort.


    With pursed lips, she opened the door without a second thought. The vignt bodyguard outside


    offered a cautionary reminder. “Mrs. Lenoir, it’s not safe for you to venture out.”


    “I’m not. Cherise asserted, her lips forming a tight line. “Just ry to Damien that he muste to me


    inmediately, without dy”


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    “Mrs. Lenoir… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” The bodyguard hesitated, his concern evident. “Mr.


    Lenoir is presently engaged. While this fact might have cluded others in the house, the bodyguards on


    shifts were privy to it. Damien had dedicated the entire night to his work within his study, scarcely


    allowing himself any repose.


    Emerging briefly only ten minutes ago to instruct Frances to warm a cup of milk for him as dawn broke,


    he retreated to his bedroom. Yet Cherise remained oblivious to these particrs, her mind. failing to


    recall Damien’s pledge to apany her to Shawbury alter toiling overtime


    She frowned at the bodyguard’s remark. “Why is he upied?” Recollecting the dream wherein


    Damien had vowed to eternally be by her side and share in her joys and sorrows, Cherise was


    overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of emptiness and uncase in her heart.


    “Mr. Lenoir is…


    “You’re awake?” A deep male voice interjected before the bodyguard could finish, halting further


    interaction.


    Cherise’s eyes snapped upwards at the sound, recognizing the man’s voice. In the distance, Damien


    strode toward her, d in light gray pajamas, his voice carrying a deep, captivating timbre that matched


    his striking appearance. The loosely draped cor of his attire revealed his sturdy corbone. Bathed in


    the morning light, his slow approach to her exuded aforting warmth and undeniable allure.


    “Da…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, spurred by a surge of courage, she


    opened her arms wide and dashed towards him. “Honey!”


    Her tender form collided with his, causing Damien to sway slightly. It wasn’t her weight that caught him


    off guard, but rather the unexpected embrace. “What’s wrong?” Concern etched across his features,


    and he searched her eyes intently. “Did you have a nightmare?”


    That seemed the only usible exnation. If not for a nightmare, it seemed unlikely that the woman


    who regarded him with hostility and treated him as an adversary suddenly rushed into his arms,


    addressing him as “honey. Since encountering Sebastian at the library, she had consistently referred to


    him by his name.


    Cherise met his eyes, which were brimming with genuine worry. The sincerity reflected in his eyes


    caused her heart to flutter. Her emotions rxed inexplicably, and tears began to trace silent paths


    down her cheeks as she shook her head. “No… I didn’t.. It wasn’t a nightmare.”“”