Chapter 293 Don’t Drink It
Cherise was eager to have a taste, but she could not eat the whipped cream from her body.
Me cover, she would not stoop as low as him.
She wanted to cry out in frustration
Meanwhile, Frances nodded in agreement with Damien’s words. “It’s good for a lady to cut back
on some desserts”
Frances put down her poker cards and added, “You can go to your room first. I’ll bring it up later.”
Damien gave a silent acknowledgment. When he got onto the staircase, he suddenly remembered something and turned around. “Please add more whipped cream.”
Frances was stunned by the request.
“Sure.”
Why did Mr. Lenoir, a twenty-six-year-old man, suddenly like whipped cream on cakes?
I guess people really do change when they’re in love…
When Damien got upstairs, Cherise was sprawled on the bed, texting Lucy on her phone.
She carefully reorganized what she and Damien had discussed before typing it out for Lucy.
However, Damien and Frances entered the room with the cake before Cherise could finish drafting the message.
“Mrs. Lenoir.”
Damien elegantly placed the whipped cream cake on the bedside drawer. Then, he hurriedly undid the top two buttons of his shirt. “Time to lie down and serve as my tableware.”
Cherise widened her eyes in shock.
She turned around and looked at him warily. “No!”
“You don’t have a say in this.”
Damien took off his white shirt and tossed it on her body. Then, he undid the diamond clasp on his leather belt. “Remember what you promised me, Mrs. Lenoir?”
Cherise was rendered speechless.
She pursed her lips worriedly. Her expression fell. “Can you please be gentle?”
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there gasped for breath. “Why do I feel you’re lying’
Whether I’m lying or not, you’ll find out when you try.
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