Chapter 112 No One Is Allowed to Give Her Food
Cherise silently covered her mouth and nose as she got choked up. Don’t cry! I can’t cry!
Why did she feel grieved? She knew early on that Damien hadn’t married her just because
he liked her.
She was just what he received in return for what he paid for.
She should have followed her initial plan of obediently being his wife, serving him three. meals daily, and caring for him for the rest of his life.
She could also conveniently bear him a child.
She shouldn’t have made unreasonable requests.
She shouldn’t have felt aggrieved at his indifference.
It was her fault!
She couldn’t be so emotional!
She should be an emotionless baby-birthing machine to repay her debt!
But the more she thought about it, the more upset she grew.
In the end, she cried, feeling wronged.
He was clearly in the wrong.
She didn’t lose her temper with him.
She even asked him nicely to let them go.
But that didn’t work!
When Cherise thought about it, she picked up her cell phone, feeling aggrieved. “Lucy…”
In the dining room downstairs, the air was exceptionally stifling.
Even Blake, who usually liked eating barbecued ribs, didn’t dare to take any.
It was because the barbecued ribs were next to a particular man with a dark expression.
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Damien took a bite of his food coldly before putting his cutlery down heavily. “Blake.”
The thirteen-year-old boy was so startled that his cutlery almost fell to the floor. “Yes,
Dame?”
“What time did Cherry eat lunch?”
Blake furrowed his brows and pondered. “Eleven o’clock.”
The frown on Damien’s brows deepened.
After a long time, he said with a dark expression, “Frances.”
“Yes.”
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