Chapter 113 Ahem, Ahem
“I’m done!”
The youthful adolescent put his cutlery down and sighed in satisfaction. He got up and wanted to go upstairs.
Damien’s hand froze slightly as he held his cutlery. “Are you going upstairs to see Cherise?”
Blake pondered. “Mm!”
Cherise had promised to watch an animation with him today!
“Hold on.”
The man wrinkled his brows and glanced at Mr. Hampson at the side.
Mr. Hampson understood intuitively and instructed Blake. “Mr. Blake, remember not to give Mrs. Lenoir anything to eat or drink when you go upstairs.”
“Ahem, ahem.”
The man coughed lightly with tightly furrowed brows.
Mr. Hampson grew more fearful. “Mm. Remember not to give Mrs. Lenoir anything to eat. or drink at all.”
Damien was dumbstruck.
Blake nodded in confusion. “I understand!”
After that, the young boy went upstairs hastily, leaving them with a navy blue blur of his figure.
Damien glared coldly at Mr. Hampson in the dining room through the black silk.
Mr. Hampson felt uneasy.
He could feel Damien wasn’t in a good mood even through the layer of black silk.
He trembled in fear. I didn’t do anything wrong, right?
After a long time, Mr. Hampson finally couldn’t restrain himself and asked guiltily, “Do you have any other instructions, Mr. Lenoir?”
Damien didn’t say anything. He still stared at Mr. Hampson with an ice-cold gaze.
“Is… the food not suited to your taste?”
Damien didn’t say anything.
“Or are you feeling full? Should I keep the food?”
Damien kept quiet.
Mr. Hampson was dumbfounded.
He was on his guard for any danger.
He had been by Damien’s side for so long and rarely saw such an icy attitude from him. How had he misspoken?
“My wife hasn’t eaten anything for more than ten hours.”
Mr. Hampson suddenly saw the light. “I understand, Mr. Lenoir.”
“We won’t give Mrs. Lenoir anything to eat or drink according to your wishes. According to our ordinary digestion system, if she doesn’t eat anything for another ten hours, she’ll be in unbearable hunger…”
Under Damien’s gaze that gradually grew icier, Mr. Hampson tried hard to finish speaking. “When that time comes, Mrs. Lenoir will take the initiative to beg you….”
The man’s icy gaze was directed straight at Mr. Hampson until he finished speaking.
Damien spoke coldly. “I was looking at you and hinting at you to tell Blake to bring some food for her.”
“But you reminded Blake not to give her any food?”
The man slammed the glass in his hands on the table fiercely. The bottom of the glass started to crack. “You want her not to eat or drink for another ten hours?”
“Why don’t you ask your wife not to eat or drink for over twenty hours?”
Mr. Hampson was flabbergasted.
“It’s my mistake.”
He was the silly and naïve one.
His family was meticulous and always kept their word. They would never say one thing at one moment but mean another at the next.
Therefore, Mr. Hampson instinctively assumed that when Damien said Cherise wasn’t allowed to eat at one moment but glanced meaningfully at Blake at the next moment, it must have been to remind Blake not to bring any food for Cherise.
How would Mr. Hampson know what Damien was thinking about?!
Sure enough, Damien’s brain circuit differed when he was in love!
“What’s the point of having you around?”
Damien rolled his eyes at Mr. Hampson. “Think of a way to make her eat something.”
Mr. Hampson was dumbstruck.
“Alright!”
“Have some milk, Cherry!”
Blake knocked on Cherise’s door that same morning while holding a large glass of warm milk.
Cherise pursed her lips. She dared not take a second look at the milk. She looked down. while holding her iPad and looked for the animation series she had previously promised to watch with Blake. “Come here.”
Blake smiled as he put the milk on the table before going over.
‘Growl’
Cherise’s stomach started rumbling, to her disappointment.
