Chapter 899 Does The Young Man Know Me?
The young man entered the room, his anxiety palpable as he placed the documents on the desk before Damien.
He was eloquent about his visit, “Good morning, Mr. Lenoir. The manager hopes you can approve this document soon. It’s about our department’s sales performance this quarter.”
Damien’s response was curt, “Sure. You may leave now.”
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, turned on his heel, and was about to exit when he saw Cherise nestled in the office corner.
Their gazes locked, confusion etched on Cherise’s face, while shock rippled across the young man’s features.
He hesitated, words dangling on the tip of his tongue, before he averted his gaze and hastily departed.
Cherise furrowed. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the young man’s glance held a hint of recognition.
Yet, she wracked her brain but couldn’t recall crossing paths with anyone from Damien’s company before.
“Let’s get going,” Damien’s deep voice jolted Cherise back to reality.
She blinked, befuddled. “Go where?”
A faint smile ghosted across Damien’s lips. “Feeling hungry, Mrs. Lenoir? It’s already half past eleven. Lunchtime.”
Cherise glanced at the clock, realizing it was indeed lunchtime.
But the morning had slipped by with little productivity. Before she could object, Damien cut in, his tone laced with amusement. “Looks like Mrs. Lenoir is glued to her seat. Shall I…”
Startled, Cherise sprang up from her chair. “No, no, no! I can walk on my own!”
Damien’s gaze carried a glint of amusement. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
Cherise pursed her lips and briskly exited the office, her determined steps echoing in the corridor. With a faint smile. Damien caught up with her as they both left the company building in tandem.
As they contemplated lunch. Cherise initially considered something simple. Yet, seeing Damien’s marines rilurts, she couldn’t help but feel compelled to treat him to something more substantial
Scanning through darby restaurants on her phone he stumbled upon a quaint eatery close to the offer, tasasting rave reviews for Healthy Poke Bow
nearby restaurants. A small place caught her
Cherise silly rolled dough has puting eye conveniently close the attic and big pov revis
The decisive factor? A promise of a ‘Healthy Poke Bowl.’
Grinning, Damien caught wind of her choice.
“Poke Bowls it is, then?” He said while grabbing Cherise’s hand as they strolled leisurely beneath the midday sun.
The sunlight accentuated Damien’s chiseled features, adding an extra layer of allure to his handsome
face.
Hand in hand, the couple sauntered down the street, and Cherise couldn’t help but revel in the overflowing happiness within.
Oddly, though, she noticed several people attempting to mimic their stroll. Not that these individuals could even be considered imitators.
Phones flashed, and cameras clicked, capturing their every moment.
Cherise leaned closer to Damien, her voice hushed, “Why are so many people taking our picture?”
Damien’s lips curved into a smirk; Damien flashed her a grin, “Guess we’re just too hot to handle, huh?”
Cherise’s eyes widened in disbelief.
They were followed by eager photographers from the office to the restaurant, making Cherise increasingly uncomfortable.
It wasn’t until they were seated that she finally uncovered the truth. She clicked on the link Heather had sent her.
News Flash: “Lenoir Group President’s Wife Joins Him for a Sweet Day at Work!”
