Cherise had already informed Mr. Whitlock yesterday that she would return to work today. Yet, here she was, absent for the entire morning.
"You can go tomorrow," Damien smiled and gently tousled Cherise's hair. "I've spoken to Mr. Whitlock on your behalf."
Cherise, holding a bowl of oatmeal, paused slightly. "What did you tell him?"
Damien's stern voice carried a hint of amusement. "I told him that you and I plan to have a third and fourth child. So, you might need to take a day off at home."
Cherise was shocked.
This scoundrel! How could he embarrass me like that?
Cherise held her spoon hesitantly. She had lost her appetite, but she feared he would tease her again if she did not eat.
After a while, she reluctantly swallowed the oatmeal. "I don't care. I have to go to work this afternoon."
Since the morning was already lost and irretrievable, she could not skip the afternoon either. She refused to let her colleagues and superiors think she was an employee who indulged excessively and kept slacking off from work.
Damien shrugged. "If you insist on going, I'll have Mr. Kolson take you there later."
He had matters to deal with in the afternoon and could not always stay home with her. Thus, he thought her going to work was also a good choice. At least she would not be so bored.
...
After lunch, Cherise dug out her long-unused office clothes. Then, Mr. Kolson sent her to the research institute.
The research institute seemed unusually lively today, with flowers and balloons at the entrance.
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