Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband
Chapter 204

Chapter 204 Not Lennon?

Cherise descended the stairs to replace Blake waiting for her, and he greeted her, "Good morning. Cherry!"

Cherise tightened her lips and replied. "Stop calling me that!"

She gave her forehead a little smack, mumbling to herself that it wasn't the time to dwell on it

NOW,

She dashed downstairs, took Blake's hand, and pulled him towards the exit. "Stop eating, let's go now!"

"When we get out of here, I'll treat you to something better!"

Blake appeared puzzled. "Why the rush? I've only had a few bites; I'm not done eating yet!"

Cherise pressed her lips together, unable to explain at the moment. "We need to get out of here

now."

"Hey, what's the hurry to leave?" Lennon came out of his room and overheard Cherise's conversation.

Cherise, still holding Blake's hand, hesitated for a moment. "Why are you here?"

If Lennon was here, then who was it in the room upstairs?

Lennon yawned. "This is my own house. Where else would I be?"

"Both of you have taken over my master bedroom, and now you want to kick me out?"

Cherise was thoroughly puzzled. What did he mean by both of us had taken over his master bedroom? Both of us? Me and who??

As Cherise came downstairs alone, Lennon looked at her and asked, "Why did you come down alone? Where's Damien?"

A sense of unease crept over Cherise, and just then, they heard a door opening upstairs. Cherise instinctively shifted her gaze toward the stairs.

A striking man in sleek black attire descended the staircase. He carried an air of sophistication and confidence, moving with a grace that turned heads.

His face, previously concealed beneath black silk, was now exposed, revealing his eyes that added a layer of rebellion to his demeanor.

Cherise was momentarily stunned, her eyes locked on him. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks- the guy she'd been sharing a bed with last night? That wasn't Lennon; it was Damien'

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A sense of relief washed through her. She had just freaked out a minute ago, thinking she had slept with Lennon last night.

She thought about running to Damien and hugging him for a moment. However, the memories of the previous night at Lenoir's Manor flooded her mind, and Cherise chose not to.

Meanwhile, Lennon, cool as a cucumber, leaning against the door frame, raised an eyebrow and said to Damien. "If you don't hurry up, they might just bail on you."

All suave and debonair, Damien strolled down the stairs, making a beeline for the dining table. "Let's grab some grub before we hit the road."

Cherise pursed her lips and kept quiet. Instead, she gave Lennon a look and said. "I'm not hungry. I'm off to school."

With that, she dashed to the door to slip on her shoes. By the entrance, she noticed two pairs of sneakers. Her white canvas sneakers from the night before were trashed from all that rain. Next to them was another pair of canvas sneakers, not brand new, but the ones she'd scribbled on herself.

Wait! Did Damien notice my sneakers were ruined and brought me a new pair?

Cherise mused, her eyes glued to him. She locked eyes with Damien, who casually enjoyed breakfast at the dining table.

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