Chapter 182 Hometown Tales
They scrunched up their face in contempt at Ben’s obnoxious behavior.
He snickered coldly, “So you think she likes this village just because she says so?”
“You claim she shared everything about this village with you. Why don’t you tell us what exactly did she say?” Ben continued.
Damien’s lips twitched as he responded, “Oh, Ben, I think you’ll find this quite intriguing. Vivian went on three blind dates before she settled with her current husband.”
“The first suitor found our quaint village a bit too remote for his liking. This led to a collective uproar among the villagers.”
“The second suitor? Vivian had reservations about his suitability. The entire village conducted a thorough analysis and ultimately deemed him unsuitable.”
“Now, as for the third suitor…” Damien’s smirk deepened.
“Shut your mouth!” Ben seethed; his anger was simmering.
Vivian’s ego, severely bruised, couldn’t hold back any longer. “Cherise? You share even these village matters with your husband?”
Her words hung in the air, plunging the surrounding villagers into an even more resounding silence.
Damien’s earlier comments had, ironically, confirmed that Cherise had indeed confided. in him about village matters.
“Fine, let’s not talk about this then.”
Damien continued indifferently, “Mrs. Levine, the oldest in the village at ninety-three, was remarkably healthy, although she broke her leg a couple of years ago. She walked with a noticeable limp.”
“The neighbors, Jack and his wife, married for three years, gave birth to two chubby toddlers as innocent as their parents. Adorable and clueless kind of way.”
“The village chief’s daughter, now in high school, excelled academically. She had the potential to be the second girl from our village to attend university.”
“There was also a stray dog in the village named Yellow. It wandered every day, feasting at whichever house it pleased.”
Despite Damien’s impassive demeanor, he meticulously recounted every detail Cherise had shared about the village that night.
Ben’s expression darkened with each word and contorted in disbelief.
The surrounding villagers squirmed uncomfortably, looking away and avoiding eye
contact.
Ah, the spectacle of it all! Cherise, the pinnacle of urban sophistication, astonishingly profound understanding of the village’s intricacies.
possessed an
Even after embracing a more opulent lifestyle, she clung fervently to her hometown tales, holding them as dear as treasured gems.
Such a profound connection to her origins was genuinely heart-warming to witness.
And yet, there they were,
“Cherry, I shouldn’t have judged you as they did,” a towering figure sighed, his tone laced. with genuine regret. “I was wrong.”
“I promise to make it right. I’ll bring my children to your doorstep and sincerely apologize.”
This man was none other than Jack.
Jack took the lead, and gradually, the villagers, one after another, started to look at Cherise with remorse and guilt.
Cherise’s eyes glistened, and tears began to well up as she couldn’t help but admire. Damien even more than she did.
He had such an impeccable memory!
She used to avoid discussing her hometown in the city, fearing that she would bet perceived as unsophisticated. However, she decided to open up when she convinced him. to come back with her on that day. She expected him to listen and forget, but to her. surprise, he remembered every detail vividly.
Ben clenched his teeth. “No matter how attached Cherise is to her hometown, it doesn’t change the fact that Elvis pushed her into the fire for money!”
“Cherise’s lifelong happiness was ruined just to save that stubborn old man!”
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
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Damien couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
He pulled Cherise close, wrapping his arms around her, and said affectionately, “Honey, don’t you feel happy being with me?”
He rarely used the endearing term ‘Honey’ in public.
Cherise looked into his eyes affectionately and said, “Of course I am. You’ve brought endless joy into my life.”
