Chapter 11 Mr. Kolson's Assistance

• Bathed in the moonlight, Damien's smile took on a soft, seductive quality.
• Cherise's lips tightened, her face drained of color. "I... I was trying to protect you..."
• Drawing a deep breath, she admitted, "Perhaps I overstepped my boundaries..."
• "He was so powerful, wielding a knife. I couldn't prevent him from harming you."
• Her voice faltered as she lowered her gaze, "I... I could only intercept the knife for you."
• Her words sent a tremor through Damien's heart. "You only have one life. If Tristan were to repeat his actions, would you again shield me with your body?"
• Exhausted, she nodded, then, as if a realization struck her, she shook her head, "No, when I become stronger, so strong that no one would dare to threaten you, then I'll be able to protect you."
• Under the moonlight, Damien studied her for a long moment, "Alright, I'll await the day you become stronger."
• With her back still bleeding and overwhelmed by the night's events, she soon succumbed to sleep in Damien's arms.
• In the moonlight, Cherise's innocent and tranquil face stirred something within Damien, but he knew he must remain composed.
• Damien found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her, even through the black silk cloth covering his eyes.
• Unaware, his gaze softened considerably.
• Moments later, a car pulled up in front of Damien.
• The door swung open, and Mr. Kolson, the driver, hurried out, apologizing, "I'm late. My apologies, Mr. Lenoir."
• "It's alright."
• He responded with a cold chuckle. "She's injured. Once we return, please arrange for a female doctor to tend to her wound."
• Mr. Kolson was somewhat taken aback. He noticed dark patches on Cherise's body, evidently where blood from her wound had soaked through.
• Mr. Kolson started the car.
• As the car gently swayed, Cherise hovered in a state of semi-consciousness, drifting between sleep and wakefulness.
• She faintly heard someone speaking softly.
• "Mr. Lenoir, we have arrived."
• "Alright."
• "Mr. Lenoir...you..."
• Later, Cherise felt as though she was floating, as if someone had lifted her.
• Then, she found herself nestled in a warm, comforting embrace.
• A cool, minty masculine scent filled her nostrils, causing a wave of dizziness. It seemed to be Damien's fragrance enveloping her.
• She dreamt she was in a man's tender embrace. He placed her on a soft bed.
• Moreover, he gently brushed her hair and murmured, "Silly girl."
• His voice was deep, and Cherise thought it must be her newlywed husband speaking.
• However, she remembered her husband was disabled and couldn't possibly have carried her back to the bedroom.
• Cherise awoke the following morning.
• The sunlight was blinding.
• Cherise yawned, instinctively trying to stretch her body, but this movement tugged at the wound on her back.
• "Ouch! It hurts, it hurts so much."
• Cherise frowned and tried hard to recall the events of the previous night.
• Her memory stopped at the moment she and Damien were at the Mo family mansion, waiting for someone to pick them up.
• She remembered the dream from last night.
• No… That's impossible. Damien couldn't have carried me back to the bedroom. It must've been Mr. Kolson.
• "Are you awake?"
• A gruff male voice sounded.
• Cherise was taken aback. Despite the pain, she immediately turned around and looked toward the source of the voice.
• Coincidentally, she found herself staring straight into Damien's eyes.
• She blushed and instinctively looked away.
• Isn't Damien blind? Why does his gaze seem so sharp and focused?
• However, she remembered Damien was blind and wondered why she blushed and felt nervous.
• Thus, she smiled and said, "You're awake."
• "Mm."
• Unbeknownst to Cherise, Damien could see her every gesture. He smiled and stood up with the help of a crutch. "I didn't sleep well last night."
• Cherise frowned and asked, "Why?"
• He responded with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "Because of your back wound, I was worried that lying down might cause it to bleed again."
• Cherise was speechless.
• She cleared her throat awkwardly and changed the subject. "How did I get here last night?"
• He headed to the bathroom without turning back. "Mr. Kolson carried you, and I had the maid change you."
• Cherise was speechless again.
• Cherise felt a pang of disappointment. It seemed she had had a vivid dream, reflecting her subconscious desire for her husband to be physically able and normal.
• "I'm sorry for the trouble," she apologized.
• "You still have a wound on your back. It's best to rest at home today," he responded.
• "It's okay, I feel much better after sleeping. Besides, I don't want to fall behind on my coursework."
• "As you wish." With that, he entered the bathroom and closed the door.
• Cherise watched the closed bathroom door for a moment. Then she got up and changed out of her blood-stained nightgown into a pair of clean, washed jeans and a white T-shirt.
• She had just finished dressing when her phone rang.
• It was a call from Lucy.
• Lucy sounded anxious on the phone. "Cherry, you must come here now!
• "Today at school, the king of runner-ups has been spreading rumors about you being kept by an older man and being a mistress! Also, he even had some of his men attack several classmates who defended you!"
• Cherise's vision blurred for a moment. "What!" she exclaimed in disbelief. Why would someone spread such false rumors about her? She hadn't provoked anyone, had she?
• "You must get here immediately!"
• Cherise hung up and rushed out of the room.
• Meanwhile, Damien sat on a couch, sipping tea as he listened to Mr. Kolson read the news.
• He frowned when he saw Cherise running. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
• "I need to go to school immediately. Something happened!"
• Cherise hurried to the doorway and changed her shoes. "Can you have Mr. Kolson drive me there? It's urgent."
• I won't be able to hail a taxi at this hour!
• "Go," Damien ordered indifferently.
• Mr. Kolson put down the newspaper and followed Cherise out of the house.
• "Mr. Lenoir."
• Mr. Hampson, the butler, waited for Cherise to leave before approaching Damien. "I received news from Lenoir Residence. Someone has gone to Mrs. Lenoir's school to cause trouble under Tristan's orders."
• Damien sneered, "Prepare a car for me."
• "Are you going to Mrs. Lenoir's school?"
• "Yes."
• "But…"
• Mr. Hampson wanted to say something but stopped. He hesitated before saying, "Mr. Lenoir, with our current plan, we are not ready to confront Tristan directly."
• Damien removed his blindfold and gave him a cold glance. "Cherise is still useful to us. We can't let Raymond's people harm her."