Chapter 86 She Put Herself in His Shoes
As there was a black sash over his eyes, Cherise had no idea he was looking at her.
She stood with her back facing him and cut the cake.
“I wished for you to turn smart, Damien said flatly..
Cherise paused immediately.
She pursed her lips. Still, she brought a mouthful of cake to him. “You’ve revealed your wish. It won’t come true anymore.”
Damien smiled and ate the cake. “You’ll have to continue being dumb then.
She’s pretty cute when she’s dumb.
Cherise glanced at him indignantly. I’m not dumb.”
Damien ate the cake calmly. He suddenly recalled his sister standing before him with a smile.
“Damien, you’re thirteen years old. Why do you want me to feed you? Aren’t you embarrassed?”
He was already a teenager by then, yet he insisted stubbornly, “I don’t care. Feed me the cake. You’re my sister. You have to take care of me forever!”
Maeve, who was around twenty, could only shake her head in resignation. “All right, open your mouth!”
“Damien, open your mouth.”
Cherise reminded Damien when she saw him in a daze.
Damien returned to his senses.
He could almost see Maeve standing in Cherise’s spot. His heart clenched painfully.
“I don’t want it.”
He closed his eyes. His tone was harsh.
Cherise pursed her lips, unable to understand his sudden mood change. She also stopped feeding him the cake.
She finished the remaining cake on the plate and said, “No more cake then. Let’s have dinner!”
Cherise thought of returning to her seat. However, she suddenly looked at him as if she realized something. “Erm, should I cut the steak for you?”
“No.”
Damien could not conjure any enthusiasm about dinner. Still, he did not want to disappoint Cherise. He added, “I’ll do it myself”
Cherise was relieved and returned to her seat.
Damien kept to his word.
He sat in his wheelchair and deftly cut the steak with his fork and knife. Then, he brought a small slice to his mouth and ate it.
He must have practiced for a long time to do this without sight…
Cherise thought about it ruefully. She was suddenly curious to experience the difficulty of cutting a steak in his condition.
Therefore, she grabbed the cutleries and closed her eyes. She reached for the plate.
‘Clang!’
“Huh…”
The fork in her left hand did not touch the steak. At the same time, she moved the knife in her right hand too quickly. The plate flipped, and the steak flew off the plate. Furthermore, she accidentally cut her left index finger in her panic.
“Ah!”
The intense pain forced Cherise to open her eyes.
She looked at her bleeding finger and wanted to cry. Why am I so unlucky? I cut my hand instead of the steak.
“What’s wrong?”
A masculine hand immediately grabbed her left hand. “Are you okay?”
She tried to stay strong, but his voice broke down her resolve.
Tears welled
up
in her eyes. “I… I’m fine…”
Seeing her forlorn expression, Damien immediately carried her and placed her on the
couch.
He swiftly turned on the light and brought a first aid kit to her.
Cherise looked at Damien blankly.
Isn’t he blind?
Why would a blind man need to turn on the light?
Also, why would he know where the switch is?
How… did he walk so fast and find the first aid kit so quickly?
Damien had already returned to her side as she was in a daze.
He
got down on one knee and held her bleeding hand. Then, he used a cotton bud to wipe. the bloodstain. At the same time, he scolded, “How did you cut your hand?”
Didn’t she used to cook frequently?
