To Damien, Cherise’s plea for him to shave carried great significance. It stirred fear within him that she


    might vanish the moment he turned away. He had toiled through the night andpleted all his tasks


    in preparation to apany her in the search forn. He was also nning to take her to Shawbury


    High to attempt to invoke her memories there.


    Despite all that, his heart quivered with trepidation when she approached him in tears at dawn. He


    feared that she couldn’t endure his dominance and arrogance any longer. Damien was afraid that she


    yearned to depart. Since Cherise lost her memory. Damien felt like he’d morphed into a perpetually


    anxious state. And so, he rebuffed her once more, saying. I’ll do it when you cease crying and throwing


    a fuss.”


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    Cherise sighed, her lips pouting as she ultimately sighed and asked, “Are you going to do it?”


    Damien’s lips pressed together, his brow wrinkled as he stared at her. “How about this-will you shave


    for me?


    “You want me to… shave for you?” Cherise felt utterly clueless about how to proceed. Although she


    had shaved for him in her dream, she hadn’t the faintest idea how to replicate the act. Not only had she


    shaved for him in her dream, but she had also helped bathe him and… The vivid recollection sent an


    abrupt flush of warmth to her cheeks. She pouted, met Damien’s gaze, and remarked, “Aren’t you


    afraid I’ll identally hurt you?”


    “No. Observing the blush on her face and the yful tone in her voice, Damien’s apprehensions began


    to melt away gradually. “Even though you’ve lost your memory, you were previously an exceptional


    surgeon. I trust you won’t make such a rookie mistake


    Cherise was speechless. Was I really so incredible? I used to be a surgeon? She had always believed


    herself to be nothing more than a na?ve girl under Damien’s protection. With this realization, she found


    herself lifted from the bed by Damien and carried into the bathroom. A slightly heavy, cold metal razor


    was ced in her hand, and Damien stood before her, smiling. “Go ahead.”


    Cherise gazed at the opulent razor in her hand, feeling a surge of panic. She had only suggested


    Damien shave because she sensed his low spirits and hoped to cheer him up. Pressuring him to was


    Cherise’s clumsy attempt to convey that she no longer condemned him. But now, she found herself in a


    perplexing predicament. Why am I suddenly tasked with shaving this man’s stubble? She ha idea how


    to proceed!


    “Dr. Shaw, stay focused,” Damien’s low, teasing voice cut through Cherise’s swirling thoughts.


    Cherise’s heart skipped a beat. Is he deliberately calling me “Dr. Shaw” now? Is he intentionally trying


    to rattle me? Her hand trembled slightly as she held the razor. After a moment of inner turmoil, she


    decisively set the razor down on the sink firmly and turned to Damien carnestly. “Actually, there’s


    something I need to tell you.”


    Damien’s silent scrutiny intensified, casting a palpable tension over the room. Cherise felt a surge of


    nervousness under his prating gaze. Yet, some conversations couldn’t be dyed any longer. She


    steeled herself. Let’s just get it over with!


    “Yesterday, Lucy approached me and divulged a lot, Cherise began, taking a deep breath. Meeting see


    that I shouldn’t have doubted you because of Sebastian’s words or those supposed pieces of


    evidence.”


    Damien was taken aback and in a daze. Is she truly going to address these matters? In the moments


    leading up to her confession, he had mentally braced himself for the possibility of her seeking a divorce


    or a breakup. But… A glimmer of hope subtly flickered across Damien’s features. Still, he maintained a


    composed fa?ade, his expression betraying no hint of emotion. “And?” he prompted calmly.