My Blind Husband

Chapter 765 Auntie Pat Smitten with Dame 

Cherise couldn’t help but recall Heather’s words from their encounter at the lab, “Every woman in Adania, from teenagers to grannies, is crazy about Dainien!”

Suddenly, the Truth of her statement dawned on Cherise. The middle-aged woman beside her, practically drooling over Damien, was a living testament to Heather’s claim.

They soon arrived at the magnificent Miles Manor. Chad hopped out first, leading the way.

Damien followed, instinctively reaching out to help Cherise down from the car. However, he didn’t anticipate Patricia, from the same vehicle, extending her hand towards him as soon as Cherise was out. Damien was caught off guard.

“Let me help you.” Cherise, quick as a whip, stepped in front of Damien, taking Patricia’s hand instead.

Patricia’s expression went from anticipation to disappointment. When she finally released Cherise’s hand, her eyes held a hint of animosity.

Cherise ignored it. Turning to Damien, she took his hand and linked their arms, walking casually towards the Miles Manor.

She leaned in as they approached the entrance and whispered, “Looks like Auntie Pat has fallen for you big time.”

As Charisa’s daughter and Zachary’s adopted sister, Cherise referred to Patricia as “Auntie Pat” as he and Kareen would. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Damien’s brow furrowed slightly. Then you’d better be my shield.”

Women had been throwing themselves at him since he was old enough to notice and, even more, had given him flirtatious looks. But a woman of Patricia’s age… that was uncharted territory.

And considering they needed something from the Miles family, offending her wasn’t an option.

Cherise playfully leaned against Damien’s shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “What if I don’t? Will the big bad Mr. Lenoir be left all helpless and pitiful?”

“Then, Ms. Shaw, I’ll ensure you’re the one feeling helpless and begging for mercy tonight,” Damien said with a smug smirk.

Cherise wasn’t amused. “Hey, can you knock it off with the threats already? Can’t we talk about this like normal people?”

Damien smirked, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Not possible. This is the only way to gain your cooperation. Besides,” he added with a wink, “maybe if you were a bit more…skilled…in certain areas, you might actually have the upper hand for once.”

Cherise rolled her eyes, sputtering. “Who wants to be good at that anyway? Jerk.”

At the Miles mansion, Walter, Zachary’s father, greeted them with a beaming smile.

Mr. Lenoir,” he said, “I’ve heard so much about you. Never thought you’d grace us with your presence! What a pleasant surprise!”

Patricia. Walter’s wife, scurried over, pulling out chairs for them. As she did, her gaze lingered on Damien for a moment too long. Cherise, ever-observant, subtly positioned herself between them before taking her seat.

The table was a feast for the eyes, laden with enough food to feed an army. Chad, Zachary’s brother, joined them, wearing a charming smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

However, despite the lively atmosphere, no one seemed concerned about Zachary’s well-being. Except, of course, for Kareen.

Despite the lively atmosphere and overflowing plates, the elephant in the room remained unacknowledged. Except for Kareen, nobody seemed the least bit concerned about Zachary’s well- being.

Cherise tried to bring him up several times, but each attempt was interrupted by a subject change.

After a few rounds of drinks, it was Damien who finally addressed the elephant in the room.

“Mr. Miles, we’re here to discuss your son, Zachary. He was injured while trying to save my wife in Adania, and we wanted to offer our sincerest apologies.”

Walter waved his hand dismissively. “Not an issue at all! He’ll pull through this coma; just wait and see! No apologies necessary!”