My Blind Husband

Chapter 930 Fried Egg 

Soren nodded, “That's right.” But...” The woman pouted slightly, feeling slightly aggrieved. “But he just lied to me.”

“Really?” Soren raised his brows and glanced at Serafina. The next moment, Serafina ran to Damien with a small bag on her back. “You scoundrel! Why did you lie to Mommy?” Upon reaching the man, the little girl raised her tiny fists and began pummeling Damien’s thigh. “I'll beat you up for Mommy's sake!”

“Hmph!” The little girl’s fists continued to pelt Damien's thigh. He could only smile helplessly and let her hit him. “I was mistaken.” He looked up at Cherise upstairs. “I’m sorry.” Soren also smiled and looked at Cherise. “Ms. Shaw, are you still upset?”

Cherise was dumbstruck. Are they treating me like a child?! But on second thought, she realized she was clueless now. She didn’t remember anything, so she was no different from a child. The woman sighed in exasperation. “I'll forgive you...” She turned to look at Damien and said, “If you make me something delicious to eat!”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Damien’s figure froze slightly. “Are you... sure you want me to make you something to eat?” Cherise pursed her lips and nodded. “| suddenly feel like having fried eggs.” Damien looked up into her clear eyes. After a while, the man turned and strode towards the kitchen.

“Mr. Lenoir, let me do this...” Shortly after, a skeptical voice came from the kitchen. “Mr. Lenoir... Oh, that’s not how you do it... Mr. Lenoir...”

Upon hearing the chaos coming from the kitchen, even Soren, who liked to pretend he was mature beyond his years, couldn't help but laugh. Cherise burst into laughter as well. “I can tell he loves me to the best of his abilities.” Otherwise, how could he cook for me when he owns such a big house with so many servants?

Ten minutes later, Cherise sat at the dining table, looking at the greasy, golden fried egg in front of her. She looked up at Damien in disbelief. “Did you really make this?”

“Mm.” The man held his head high, very proud and pleased with himself. “If you don't believe me, |'II take you) tathek kitahenindw aor another egg for you, Mrs. Lenoir!” Cherise pursed her lips, “| believe you...” After that, she looked at the unappetizing fried eggs in front of Soren and Serafina sympathetically...

How can | not believe him? This man must have made many fried eggs and gave me the best one, right?Otherwise, w Helall the) aa! spivents Ging to get fried eggs from the kitchen? And each of those fried eggs... were uglier than the other. After making so many, the best one Damien made lay on Cherise’s plate. After losing her memory, this was Cherise’s first time being moved by Damien. She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“You're husband and wife. No need to say thank you!” Just as Cherise finished speaking, Serafina, who was eating breakfast at the side, quickly reminded her. “Your relationship will grow cold if you’re so polite! Mom and Dad, you can’t grow apart!”

Cherise blushed slightly. She lowered her head to eat ne I'll keep that in mind.” She fe: ir CYER OTE om ohiidtike tah Moron Damien oe: helplessly. He sat beside her, served her food cautiously, and carefully observed her condition. Before long, Cherise polished off her breakfast.