Chapter 325 None of Them Last
Damien rubbed her head and said affectionately, “If you enjoy traveling, I can take you more often in the future.”
Cherise’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”
Mmm…
The feeling of being on a plane was pretty good, she thought.
But that notion quickly dissipated when the plane began its ascent.
So… So scary!
It felt like her heart and lungs had switched places!
She kept reminding herself. Cherise, you’re top of your class. You understand the physics of a plane. You know the odds of an accident are absurdly low. You shouldn’t be afraid.
But she could not help it!
Finally, heart pounding, Cherise threw herself into Damien’s arms. Whimpering, she cried to him, “I am terrified!”
Damien could not help but chuckle at her pitiful look. “In that case, do we still go on these trips in the future?”
With reddened eyes, she responded, “Yes!”
Her comical response brought both Damien and Mr. Hampson into a fit of laughter.
Soon, the plane stabilized.
Cherise, tears in her eyes, snuggled into Damien’s embrace and silently drifted off to sleep.
There were tear stains on her face even after she had fallen asleep.
Damien smiled helplessly and reached out to pat her head.
Silly girl.
Cherise was only awakened by Damien when they had landed.
Stepping off the plane, they were greeted by an exotic ambiance.
She drew long breaths of the foreign air; there was something different about the air here to what Adania had to offer. She suddenly felt that a trip overseas… wasn’t so bad after all.
Gwenn Tanner’s vehicle was already waiting outside the airport.
As soon as Cherise stepped out of the airport, hand in hand with Damien, a woman with long, jet-black hair, wearing a strappy dress that boldly displayed her cleavage, approached them.
“Mr. Lenoir.”
The woman extended her hands enthusiastically, intending to hug Damien, but he blocked her with a raised hand.
His voice was cold yet polite as he introduced Cherise. “This is my wife.”
“Oh.”
The woman glanced at Cherise and remarked with a hint of mockery. “Mr. Lenoir, you like them skinny, don’t you?”
Cherise’s face fell, but she remained silent.
Damien responded with a faint smile. “At least don’t like them plus-sized.”
The woman’s face turned ashen pale, but she still managed a polite smile. “Let me introduce myself, Mr. Lenoir. I am Gwenn Tanner, the one who sent you the invitation.”
She extended her hand. “Welcome to my home.”
Damien shook her hand lightly. “Hello.”
“Our car is waiting there.”
The woman gracefully pointed to the vehicle behind her and turned to lead the way.
With the luggage, Blake and Mr. Hampson were slow to follow, so Damien turned back to help.
Gwenn walked ahead with Cherise.
She made no effort to hide her disdain for Cherise. “Mr. Lenoir has built an empire in Europe. I thought someone as successful as him would follow his heart more.”
“I didn’t expect him to be like everyone else, marrying someone like you for his own
benefit.”
With that, she scornfully sized up Cherise. “In your city, you must be considered a socialite, am I right? Why are you dressed so casually?”
Cherise furrowed her brows in confusion. “Socialite?”
“Yes.”
Gwenn sneered. “Someone as unappealing as you must be relying on family connections to be able to marry a man like Mr. Lenoir. Your parents play a part in his business, don’t they?”
“Could there be another reason?”
She scoffed, “I’ve seen plenty of marriages like this. None of them last.”
