Chapter 54 Married You for the Money
Despite her recent marriage to Damien, Cherise’s voice was firm and unwavering.
“He’s alright,” he said.
Jacob chuckled, glancing at Damien out of the corner of his eye. “Old Mr. Lenoir asked me to do a checkup on Damien within days of your marriage. I think he’s eager to have grandchildren.”
He turned to Cherise and winked. “If Damien has any problems in bed, you be sure to let me know right away. It’s better to get it diagnosed and treated as soon as possible.”
Cherise’s cheeks flushed a deep red.
She lowered her head, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. She didn’t know how to respond to Jacob.
“Blake,” Damien said, his voice cold. “It’s time for a beating.”
Jacob’s eyes widened in fear as a little boy in a white shirt jumped down from the banister. of the second floor. The boy tackled Jacob on the sofa, and they began to wrestle.
“Little devil,” Jacob cried. “It’s the little devil Blake!”
Jacob tried to run away, but Blake was too fast. Jacob then pleaded to Blake, “I admit I was wrong. Let me go, please!”
Cherise couldn’t help but laugh as she watched Jacob and Blake tussle. It was the first time Damien had seen Cherise smile this
way.
She had a genuine smile on her face, one where both corners of her mouth lifted up in a full grin, not the polite one she usually gave him or the forced one she showed in front of the Shaw family.
The sun shone on her, making her hair glow. A strand of hair fell beside her ear and moved as she laughed.
The man reached out and gently tucked the hair behind her car, revealing her profile.
pure
Cherise was so engrossed in the playful scene that she didn’t notice his touch until he had already moved her hair. She quickly regained her composure and blushed.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Cherise’s brows furrowed in confusion. “How did you know?” she asked.
Damien didn’t answer her question. Instead, he changed the subject. “I helped you answer a call this morning while you were still asleep,” he said.
Cherise’s attention was piqued. “Who was it?” she probed.
“Your aunt, Eriana,” Damien replied, his eyebrows raised before he continued, “You ended up giving her money.”
Cherise’s face tensed with anxiety. She didn’t expect him to find out about this so soon.
“I gave her my scholarship funds,” she said reluctantly.
She had no choice but to come clean. “Grandma doesn’t know I’m married, so…”
“So you let her blackmail you,” Damien finished the rest of her sentence, his voice thick with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He had been thinking about this ever since Cherise fainted. He couldn’t believe that she had kept this from him.
Cherise was a unique girl.
She was stubborn and persistent; if she didn’t want to tell you something, there was no way to get it out of her.
Damien knew he had to be straightforward, even though she had a gentle exterior.
“I…” Cherise hesitated, her anxiety growing at Damien’s suspicions.
“I’m afraid you’d think I married you for the money.”
