She spoke confidently and assertively, yet Damien sensed a tenderness within her. He offered Cherise


    a rueful smile. “But I’ve already arranged so much…” The fatigue in Damien’s eyes was evident, his


    voice barely above a whisper.


    “I don’t care about your ns. Today, you need to rest in bed!” Cherise insisted gently, casing him back


    onto the bed. “Dy the tasks that can wait. As for the urgent tasks…” She paused, chewing on her lip.


    “Tll handle them!”


    He managed a faint smile, his eyes betraying his exhaustion as he looked up at her in exasperation.


    You may not be able to manage it all.


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    “How dare you say that?” Cherise countered, tucking his arms back under the covers. I’ll prove it to you


    today! Even if I’ve lost my memory. I’m still your steadfast ally, fully capable of supporting you!”


    Damien nced at her, a touch of surprise flickering in his eyes. He remembered when Cherise had


    expressed her eagerness to assist at thepany, mentioning her aspiration to be his right-hand


    woman. “Alright,” he agreed after a brief pause, a smile forming on his lips. “Today, I’ll lean on you, Mrs.


    Lenoir.


    “Okay!” Cherise nodded confidently. “You get some rest!”


    “Mm. Only then did Damien exhale a sigh of relief, sinking into the covers and finally closing his eyes in


    peace. Cherise lingered by Damien’s side until his breathing steadied, then quietly slipped away.


    Upon her departure. Cherise seized Damien’s phone. She had left explicit instructions for Mr. Hampson


    to keep a vignt eye on Damien. “If Damien stirs, make him go back to bed. And if he makes a fuss,


    don’t hesitate to contact me! shemanded. Mr. Hampson settled into a chair beside Damien


    dutifully, his gaze unwavering as he observed the sleeping figure.


    Meanwhile, in the quiet of the study. Cherise unlocked Damien’s phone to discover a message awaiting


    her. Jan’s requests have been sent to your email. Please check it promptly and respond. A frown


    creased her forehead as she mulled over the name. Jan… The single person she had recollections of


    Ian’s support was a beacon during Cherise’s academic journey. He had provided her with study


    materials for her SATs and encouraged her to strive for excellence. In those moments, she had


    harbored aspirations of emting his path, envisioning herself attending a prestigious university to


    pursue à medical career.


    The events that followed remained shrouded in the mist of Cherise’s memory. Yet, Damien had hinted


    at her exceptional prowess as a surgeon. Thus, her past self must have been driven by ambition,


    scaling heights of aplishment. With these musings swirling in her mind, Cherise turned her


    attention to Damien’sputer.


    An obstacle presented itself in the form of a password-protected email ount. Cherise’s brow


    furrowed in concentration as she attempted variousbinations-birthdates, personal details-all to no


    avail. Even their wedding anniversary date failed to grant her ess.


    Frustration tinged her efforts. She was reluctant to disturb Damien’s slumber and aware that the


    household staff wouldn’t know their boss’ password. Eventually, she surrendered to defeat, casually


    inputting a password she frequently employed. To her astonishment, it worked.


    Cherise’s eyes widened in disbelief. This… this password wasn’t a significant date or a unique symbol.


    It was simply… a password she often used. Could it be that Damien had set his email password to


    match my frequently utilized password? Was he concerned I might face difficulty essing his email?


    A wry smile tugged at


    Cherise’s lips. This man… he must certainly love me deeply