Chapter 918 Too Frightened
Damien’s phone was ringing incessantly. He had tried calling Sebastian multiple times. Many had also attempted to call Cherise but to no avail. Sebastian said that Cherise was unavailable because she was too tired. Those words were suspicious coming from him.
“Damien.” Maeve stood by the balcony, gazing at the overcast sky in the distance where Damien had been staring. “Still no word from Cherise?” He shook his head. After a moment, he turned to look at Maeve. “I’ve been overseeing Lenoir Group for a long time. I’m tired.”
“Damien, please don’t lose hope.” Maeve pursed her lips and went up to him. “Do you know what the public is saying about you now?” She grasped Damien’s hand and spoke earnestly. “If you relinquish control of Lenoir Group now, others will assume those rumors are true. They’ll think that you’re upset about your wife sleeping with another man if you willingly give up these assets that basically fell from the sky. You must remain composed at a time like this.”
“Cherise hasn’t returned yet. You must wait for her to return before making any decisions. You can’t lose your composure… If you can’t keep it together, who will Cherise turn to in the future?” Maeve’s words gradually brought a glimmer of hope into Damien’s bloodshot eyes. He looked at Maeve, “Maeve… do you trust Cherise?”
“How could I not trust my sister-in-law?” Maeve pursed her lips. “I believe Cherise wouldn’t be unfaithful, even if it was for your sake… I’m aware of her stubborn nature. I’m just afraid…” Maeve sighed, gazing at the distant sky. “I fear she may harm herself because she’s too stubborn and determined…”
Damien’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. He had underestimated Sebastian’s power. He had believed that assigning Mr. Kolson and Blake to protect Cherise would guarantee her safety. It was his mistake.
“Mr. Lenoir!” As he was consumed by regret, Mr. Hampson hurriedly opened the door and rushed to the balcony. “Mrs. Lenoir and Mr. Blake have returned!” After that, the man dressed in black swiftly dashed from the balcony. Maeve also hurried down the stairs behind Damien.
Cherise sat on the sofa in the living room downstairs, clad in white, fluffy pajamas. She was trembling as she was wrapped in a thick blanket. Beside her lay a set of soiled clothes she had worn when she visited Sebastian yesterday. Now, they were torn beyond recognition and covered in mud.
Cherise herself was covered in mud. Frances knelt beside Cherise, tears streaming down her face as she cleaned Cherise’s feet gently with a warm towel. The woman’s feet and legs were covered with various wounds. Blake had changed his clothes and sat silently in a corner nearby.
“Cherise.” Damien approached her, reaching out to hold her hand. However, she quickly withdrew her hand as if startled when his hand touched Cherise’s fingertips.
“Mr. Lenoir, please refrain from touching her. Mrs. Lenoir may be too frightened… She only listens to Blake now…” Frances wiped her tears. “Mrs. Lenoir reacted the same way when I touched her earlier… It was Blake who persuaded her to listen to me, which is why she let me touch her…” Frances’s voice was tearful. “But Mr. Lenoir, look… Mr. Blake is also silent now…”
