Chapter 3 Have You Guys Done It?

Cherise was about to head back into the kitchen when the servants quickly blocked her path. "It''s okay, Mrs. Lenoir."

They were paid to prepare breakfast every day. They''d lose their jobs if Damien found out Cherise had been cooking!

"Mrs. Lenoir, Frances and I handle breakfast in this house. You''re new here and don''t know Mr. Lenoir''s preferences, so it''s better if you stay out of the kitchen."

The other servant jumped in, "Yeah, June''s right. Mrs. Lenoir, please just leave it to us."

"Mr. Lenoir won''t eat this kind of breakfast." June shot a disgusted look at the simple meal Cherise had prepared. "Someone as refined as Mr. Lenoir always has a full English breakfast in the morning. Don''t you think what you made is way too basic?"

Cherise''s face went from surprised to crushed. She looked down and mumbled, "You''re right. Rich people usually have fancy tastes. Back in college, my wealthy classmates wouldn''t even touch cafeteria food, let alone someone as distinguished as Damien. I must have been out of my mind."

A few seconds later, Cherise pulled herself together and smiled brightly at June. "I''ll just throw it away then!"

Frances, the other servant, was stunned. June''s comment had been brutal, yet Cherise wasn''t even upset and was willing to toss her food. Looking at the freshly made breakfast on the table, she felt bad for Cherise and stepped forward to stop her. "Mrs. Lenoir, it''s such a waste to throw it away. If you don''t mind, we could eat it. But you should leave the cooking to us from now on."

Cherise hesitated for a moment. "Okay. I''m going upstairs."

As she turned around, her throat tightened. Seems like I''m not welcome in this house...

The handsome man was fast asleep in the bedroom. Kneeling beside the bed, Cherise studied his sharp jawline and muttered, "You city people are so picky! Who eats a full English breakfast every day? I''ve never even had one. How would I know how to make it..."

Before Cherise got married, her aunt had drilled it into her head that a woman needed to either satisfy her husband sexually or feed him well to have a happy, lasting marriage. Thinking about last night and what just happened in the kitchen made Cherise feel even more defeated.

She''d just gotten married and didn''t want a miserable marriage!

Last night, Damien had stopped after kissing her for a while. She''d worried his condition might not allow more, so she didn''t push it, thinking she could at least cook well. But now even her cooking was being trashed. If that was the case, she could only satisfy him sexually.

"Hey, I''m gonna kiss you if you don''t wake up soon." Cherise pursed her lips while staring at Damien''s sharp nose.

Damien''s long eyelashes fluttered, but he didn''t open his eyes. Cherise''s heart raced as she looked at the man''s cold, attractive face. She leaned down, almost wanting to kiss him, but chickened out. Finally, she left the room, deflated.

It''s okay. Maybe Aunt Sarah was wrong. A happy marriage might not depend on sexual satisfaction. Still, Cherise couldn''t help feeling discouraged.

Just then, she got a call from Sarah. She hurried to the bathroom before answering. "Hey Cherise, did everything go well last night?" Sarah cut straight to the point as soon as the call connected.

The bathroom door was slightly open, so Sarah and Cherise''s voices carried clearly. "Not really."

"Not really? Did you guys do it?"

"No..."

"Cherise, you need to remember who you are now. You''re the Lenoir family''s daughter-in-law, and your main job is to give Damien children. Don''t forget you promised them you''d have his baby within two years!"

Sarah pressed urgently. Cherise gripped the phone tightly and said, "Don''t worry, Aunt Sarah. I remember."

She was just inexperienced since it was her first marriage. "I''ll do my best to give him children!"

Getting Cherise''s firm answer, Sarah sighed in relief. "Also, since you''re married now, you should call him ''honey.''"

Cherise''s face turned red. "Okay..."

Just then, the bedroom door opened. Cherise thought it was the servants. Worried they might wake Damien, she quickly hung up and went out. To her surprise, Damien was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom, and his wheelchair was gone too.

Cherise rushed downstairs and found the man in black elegantly eating breakfast in the dining room. His eyes were covered with black silk, making him look aloof and mysterious.

"Mrs. Lenoir, your breakfast is ready. Please try it. I hope it''s to your liking!" June called out to Cherise enthusiastically. Her warm attitude was a complete 180 from her earlier nasty behavior.

Cherise walked over obediently. A full English breakfast, which she''d never had before, was laid out on the dining table. After what happened earlier, Cherise couldn''t bring herself to eat this breakfast that didn''t suit her taste. Suddenly, she remembered she''d saved a bowl of oatmeal in the fridge this morning. Damien doesn''t like it, but I can eat it.

So she trotted to the kitchen to get the oatmeal, then happily ate it at her seat.

Sitting at the other end of the long table, Damien frowned and asked, "What are you eating?"

Cherise mumbled sullenly, "Something you wouldn''t like."

Damien smiled faintly. "How do you know I won''t like it?"

Cherise pouted and answered innocently, "June told me so."

A chill ran down June''s spine. Damien held his glass of milk and took an elegant sip. "June said I wouldn''t like it?"

"Yeah."

"Why would there be something I don''t like in the fridge?" Damien asked with a wry smile.

Cherise muttered apologetically, "It was me... I didn''t know your preferences and made what I normally eat for breakfast, not realizing you wouldn''t eat simple food like this."

"I see."

Damien slowly set down his glass. When it hit the table, the clink was so unnerving that June almost dropped to her knees. Damien''s voice turned ice-cold. "Even I didn''t know I would dislike the food you made."

Before Cherise could understand what he meant, he pulled the bowl of oatmeal toward himself. Then he felt around with his spoon before precisely taking a scoop and tasting it. It was a flavor he''d never experienced before—savory oatmeal.

"Not bad." Damien put down the spoon elegantly. "How did June know this isn''t to my liking?"

He''d figured out that Cherise must have complained about him beside the bed this morning, which is how June knew to comment on her cooking.

Damien''s intimidating aura made June tremble with fear as she instinctively hid behind Frances.

Damien continued, "June, why are you staying quiet? Is it because you don''t think you need to explain yourself to a blind man like me?"