Chapter 937 Ninety-Nine Roses

“Why don’t you ask him yourself when Mr. Lenoir returns for lunch?”

Cherise pursed her lips and could only nod in agreement as she continued to learn to make pierogis. Although

she lost her memory, she still had muscle memory. After ruining over a dozen pierogis, Cherise mastered the

trick of proficiently making pierogis. She gradually got faster and made decent pierogis. Frances was stunned.

Isn’t... this how Mrs. Lenoir used to make pierogis? She's as good as she was back then!

The pierogis were cooked at eleven o'clock. At twenty minutes past eleven, the steaming hot pierogis were

served to the table. Five minutes after that, Damien's car stopped outside Lenoir Manor. The man exited the

vehicle, opened the trunk, and carried out a bouquet of ninety-nine roses as he walked into the house.

“Honey! You're back!” When Cherise heard the car stopping, she rushed to the door. As she opened the door with

a smile, the first thing she saw was the red roses in front of her. The woman's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The tall, lanky Damien stood at the door with a large bouquet of countless red roses in his hands. Each rose was

a crimson red and even had fresh dew on it. The scene before Cherise made her go slightly weak. She had never

imagined receiving such a romantic gift like the main character of a movie.

“Darling.” Damien smiled at her. “This is for you. Do you like it?” Cherise pursed her lips. She was so nervous

that she was briefly rendered speechless. Ultimately, she stuttered. “Y-Yes...”

“If you like it, accept it.”

Her blank, dazed, and confused expression made Damien think of when they had just gotten married five years

ago. Back then, she was also constantly in a daze. Cherise was clueless and just listened to everything he said

without questioning him. She believed him when he told her he was disabled. When he told her that his Uncle

Raymond had harassed him, she threw her heels at Tristan and swore to protect him.

Back then, Cherise was endearingly foolish. However, Damien wasn’t very romantic in the past. Moreover, he

made her suffer a lot. Perhaps it's good she lost her memory. Do I have another chance to love her in a way she

deserves?

Cherise pursed her lips and timidly extended her arm to Damien. She took the large bouquet of ninety-nine roses

but underestimated its weight. The unexpected weight almost made her drop them. Damien quickly reached out

and supported her hands, and his palm pressed against the back of hers.

This warm touch made Cherise’s heart inexplicably start to beat faster. She panicked and tried to pull her hand

back, but the man held it firmly. “This represents my heart. It's priceless.” A fond smile crept onto the man’s

face, outlined by icy features. “You must take good care of it.”

Cherise’s face was burning. She pouted, not knowing what to say for a moment. The woman took a deep breath

and looked up at Damien, who gazed at her affectionately. Their eyes met. One had a shy gaze, while the other

had a loving gaze.

“Um...” After stime, Frances finally cleared her throat. “Um, Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir, I don’t mean to interrupt...”

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