Chapter 699 Blake The Monkey
Chapter 699 Blake The Monkey
"Haven't you been taught any common courtesy and chivalry by Dame?" Cherise asked, surprised by
Blake's lack of understanding.
Blake shook his head earnestly. "Dame never taught me these things because he spends all his time
missing you and thinking about you only."
Cherise was left speechless by the unexpected revelation.
She noticed that as Blake mentioned Damien's affection and preoccupation with her, Rowena subtly
stiffened, a flicker of emotion crossing her face.
With a resigned sigh, Cherise waved at Blake. "You should go upstairs first. Take a moment to calm NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.
down, and remember to always be gentle with girls in the future."
Blake nodded solemnly, then sprang up with impressive agility, grabbing the rope hanging from the
second-floor railing and swiftly ascending.
Cherise watched him go with a resigned smile. Such a mischievous little monkey!
Meanwhile, Ursula continued to sob uncontrollably in Rowena's arms, her cries increasing in volume
and becoming increasingly disruptive.
Cherise was on the verge of reaching into her bag for earplugs. Even if she shielded her ears from the
noise, Aunt Sarah in the kitchen would still be disturbed, wouldn't she?
Finally, sighing softly, Cherise spoke gently but firmly. "Are you aware that your sister is still unwell? If
you keep wailing like this, it might send her back to the emergency room in no time."
Ursula's sobs finally subsided at Cherise's words. She whimpered in Rowena's arms, "Sis, she had the
boy attack me!"
Rowena, her brow furrowed, turned to Cherise with a look of disapproval. "Ms. Shaw, my sister was
merely pointing at your nose. Was it really necessary for you to instruct Blake to handle her so
roughly?"
Cherise met her gaze unwaveringly. "I believe I made my point clear, Ms. Mortis. If you don't discipline
her, I will."
A smile emerged on Cherise's face, but it failed to reach her eyes. "Speaking of which, Ms. Mortis,
what brings you to my home at this unexpected hour? Can I offer you any assistance?"
Rowena's lips pursed, and a hint of defiance flickered in her eyes. "Actually, I came to apologize. I
understand my sister has been behaving poorly, trying to match me with Dame, which may have led
to...misunderstandings."
She paused, sniffing as if making a difficult decision. "I also wanted to clarify that there's nothing
romantic between Dame and me. Everything Lula claimed is entirely unfounded, and I implore you not
to believe her words."
Before Rowena could finish, Ursula, who had momentarily forgotten her tears, sprang to her feet.
"What utter nonsense, Weena! How can you claim there is nothing between you and Damien? If your
feelings are not mutual, why did he treat you with such affection? Fireworks for your birthday? And
have you forgotten his vow to take care of you forever? You dare deny it?"
Rowena averted her gaze, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Dame was... simply trying to lift my
spirits. I was feeling down at the time due to my illness and inability to walk. He... he was trying to
cheer me up and nothing more."
Cherise's patience began to wear thin, and she frowned. "While I appreciate your visit and attempt to
explain, Ms. Mortis, I have pressing matters to attend to. Please excuse me, as I am unable to see you
out."
With that, she rose and walked towards the kitchen, confident she had made her point.
However, as she reached the doorway, a faint voice stopped her.
Turning, Cherise saw Rowena standing, desperation welling in her eyes, and whispered," Ms. Shaw,
I… I believe you may have lingering misunderstandings about me. Uh… Did you not just invite me to
stay for dinner?"