Chapter 929 You Deceived Me
“If you work here… Do we have our own home? Where is it?”
“Mrs. Lenoir, this is your home!” Frances heard it when she turned around after chatting with Mr. Hampson. “Mrs. Lenoir, you slept late last night and woke up early this morning. You must be hungry, right?” She wiped her hands on her apron and approached Cherise enthusiastically. “What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you!”
“Mr. Lenoir, you haven’t eaten either, right?” Frances overlooked Cherise and Damien’s strange expressions and continued speaking cordially. “Wait a moment. I’ll make breakfast for you!” After that, Frances hurried into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.
Mr. Hampson also approached. “Mr. Lenoir, the Weiss family sent people over. They said they want to talk to you in person.” Damien cleared his throat as Cherise looked at him in shock and confusion. “Um, I don’t want to see them. You can go downstairs first.” Mr. Hampson wanted to say something but turned skeptically and left after seeing Damien’s expression.
Cherise looked straight at Damien. “What did they mean?” Damien struggled to gather his thoughts. “Cherise, listen to me…”
“You lied to me.” Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes. “You deceived me.” She looked at him, aggrieved, like a wounded animal. “You said they’re the owners, and you’re the butler.”
“Cherise, listen to me…” Damien pursed his lips. “I never said they were the masters of the house. That was your speculation.” Cherise frowned. “My speculation?”.
“Yes. I never confirmed it.”
“But you didn’t deny it either!” Cherise sighed, feeling wronged. She got up from the sofa and ran upstairs. “You liar!” She stopped after a few steps because she saw an adorable yet confused little girl in a pink sweater.
Serafina looked up and smiled at Cherise. “Mommy, you’re awake.” Cherise stood frozen in place. She stared blankly at the child before her. “You called me… ‘Mommy”?” Serafina beamed at her. “Yes.” The little girl quickly turned around and shouted, “Ren, come quick. Mommy is awake!” Behind her, a little boy in a light blue shirt walked over leisurely. “Alright I got it.”
“Ms. Cherise, let me introduce you.” Soren walked to Cherise’s side, looked up, and smiled at her. “My name is Soren Shaw. You can call me Ren. The little girl in front of you is my sister. Her name is Serafina Shaw. You can call her Sera. We’re fraternal twins you gave birth to five years ago.”
“Our father is this gentleman.” Soren walked to the railing on the second floor and pointed to the man downstairs. “I know you don’t remember us now, and you may not be able to accept that you’re married with kids for the time being.”
Afterward, the boy put his hands in his pockets and walked up to Cherise coolly. “But as your son, I must tell you that Mr. Damien and your children love you. You need to quickly regain your memory. Sera and I are still waiting to attend you and Mr. Damien’s wedding.”
Cherise listened blankly to what Soren said. She pursed her lips silently and turned to look at the man downstairs. “You said he really loves me?”
