Chapter 696 The Guest
“So, this must be Auntie.”
Soren and Sera affectionately clung to Elvis, persistently requesting stories from Cherise’s childhood.
Elvis held Sera in his arms and took Soren by the hand. He told them stories about Cherise’s joyful childhood in the countryside, which he knew well.
“Uncle Shaw hasn’t changed and hasn’t aged a bit.”
In the kitchen, Cherise, immersed in preparing dinner, couldn’t help but interject.
“Really? Can’t you see how much I’ve aged?”
Sarah chuckled as she sorted vegetables, “Cherise, why don’t you consider staying longer?”
Cherise paused in her vegetable preparation; her hand lingered under the water. “I’m still unsure.”
“What’s holding you back?”
Sarah glanced at her. “You’re not getting any younger, and your child is already grown. Stop hesitating.”
“Dame has been a good boy, taking excellent care of us over the years because of you. He’s been searching for you for five long years….”
“Sometimes, he visits the house and spends the entire day in your room.”
“He spends a day immersed in your diary, another lost in the pages of your childhood photo album…”
Sarah still vividly remembered what Damien was like back then.
“Even as the esteemed Mr. Lenoir, juggling numerous responsibilities, he manages to find time to revisit the countryside, immersing himself in the remnants of your past.”
Cherise’s hand, holding vegetables, paused. Her voice was hoarse, and she croaked, “Really?”
“Absolutely.”
Sarah sighed, “Aunt Wanda wouldn’t lie to you.”
“I once asked Dame why he would aimlessly sit in your room. Do you know what he said?”
“He said that with your prolonged absence, he might forget your face and scent, like many who lose the image of a loved one.”
“That’s why he spends time looking at your photos and exploring your belongings, ensuring that he can recognize you instantly if he comes across you in a crowd someday.”
Sarah gazed into the distance, her white hair catching the light. “You should appreciate a man who treats you well, Cherise, she remarked, reminiscing.
He know he’s busy, sometimes, while sitting in your room, a long queue of employees is waiting outside to
report to him.”
However, nobody dares to disturb him. Instead, they wait patiently for him to return to reality and leave- the room. Only after that do the employees approach him with official matters.”
Cherise pursed her lips, visualizing the scene as she listened to Sarah’s words.
“L…”
Cherise took a deep breath, placed the washed vegetables into the basin, and stated, “I know he cares for me, and I know I’m still in his heart.”
“But, Aunt Wanda, some things are not that simple.”
Having shared her sentiments, Cherise smiled wryly and added, “But, I believe challenges can be
overcome.”
Before they could finish their conversation, the doorbell rang outside the villa.
Frances hurried to answer the door.
Cherise heard Frances scream as the door swung open, “Ms. Rowena Mortis? What brings you here?”
Cherise furrowed her brows. Was Rowena here?
“Why can’t we come in?”
A commanding and formidable voice echoed from the door, “Where’s Cherise?”
“She didn’t accompany me to the hospital to visit my sister, so I brought my sister here to see her. Is that right?”
“Lula.”
Following Ursula’s words, a gentle voice softly admonished, “Behave yourself.”
