Chapter 678 Can We Still Make It Work?
A soft chuckle escaped from his lips, his breath tickling her ear. “I’ll take care of everything.” he whispered.
Cherise was taken aback. This was not what she had intended when she kissed him!
Damien had made it clear that he didn’t like verbal gratitude, so in a moment of impulsiveness, she tiptoed and kissed his lips.
But this sudden turn of events was beyond anything she could have expected.
Cherise struggled to express her thoughts. “I didn’t mean that I didn’t, I…”
“Shh,” the man chuckled lightly, his tongue tracing a delicate path along her earlobe. “I understand.”
Did he really understand? No, clearly he didn’t!
Taking a deep breath, Cherise carefully chose her words, ready to continue her explanation, but then-
“Uh-!” A sensual moan escaped her lips.
“Once you’re in, there’s no way out,” he declared, his voice laced with a hint of playful dominance.
The curtains in the house were drawn, casting a suggestive glow in the dim room as slivers of sunlight streamed through the gaps.
The light, the moment, the man himself all of it reminded Cherise of the time five years ago at Lenoir Manor. He was always so unpredictable.
She couldn’t help but wonder how he had spent those five
years. “You…”
Wrapping her arms around Damien’s neck, Cherise whispered, “Were there any other women in your life during the last five years?”
Her sudden question caught him off guard. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead as he dismissed it, saying, “Other women? Seriously? I’ve been saving all the good stuff just for you. Can’t you feel it?”
Cherise’s initial surprise turned into a subtle blush as she realized her question hadn’t landed as expected. Closing her eyes, she felt an unexpected sweetness blossoming in her chest
It was astonishing that his desire for her remained so intense even after five years had passed.
it was almost unbelievable that he had managed to restrain himself for her…
If this were someone else’s story, she would wholeheartedly cheer them on, urging them to pursue true love and marriage. But the relationship between her and Damien…
Taking a deep breath, she held him close, whispering, “Hey, do you think… do you think we could still make it work?”
He met her lips with a gentle kiss. “As long as you’re open to it,” he murmured.
“What if I’m not?” she asked, her voice tinged with doubt.
Damien’s gaze held hers, unwavering. “Then I’ll show you, step by step, why we’re worth it.”
As the sun began to set, Damien joined Cherise at the kindergarten gate, ready to pick up Serafina together.
Damien parked the car, surrounded by the excited chatter of children. He patiently waited at the gate while Cherise entered the kindergarten to pick up their children.
As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a wave of excited parents, their curiosity piqued by her arrival.
One young mother exclaimed, her voice filled with awe, “Wow, Ms. Shaw, is that husband? He’s incredibly handsome!”
Another said, “But you always told us you were a single mother, right?”
your
“I really thought you were raising Soren on your own!” said another, her eyes wide with surprise. “But your husband… he’s undeniably handsome!”
“No wonder Soren is such a charmer! He looks just like his father!” added a third.
Another mother joined in, “Indeed. And Ms. Shaw, you’ve been so secretive all this time. Your husband is not only handsome, but he looks healthy too. Why did you tell us he was gone?”
A single mother piped up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, “Ms. Shaw, where did you find such a handsome man to be your husband? Teach me your ways!”
“Damn! He’s not just handsome, but rich too! Look at that car it must be worth at least five or six million!” exclaimed another, her voice filled with excitement
Caught off guard by the sudden barrage of questions. Cherise managed a smile. She joined the group, occasionally chuckling and offering polite, somewhat awkward responses
These mothers, whose children were the same age as Serafina, with a few exceptions of those with second-borns, were mostly around Cherise’s age. Their natural curiosity and playful inclination towards gossip couldn’t resist the intrigue of seeing Cherise and Damien together.
After picking up their two children, Cherise quickly made their escape, the two little ones in
tow.
As they walked down the hallway, Soren held Cherise’s hand with one hand, his other hand tucked into his pocket, and asked, “Did he come with you?”
Cherise paused, realizing that Soren was most likely referring to Damien.
