NovelAppChapter 329 Doppelganger
Whatever! She didn’t think she looked too bad even without makeup on!
Damien smiled softly, “You always look beautiful to me.”
“Excuses!”
Cherise pinched his waist, “You’re only saying that because you made me look ugly in this painting.”
Damien’s smile did not fade, “Of course not.”
“You’re always beautiful.”
The Tanners had a staggering number of guest houses for their visitors to stay. in when they visited.
It took Cherise and Damien more than ten minutes to walk from their guest house to the main
residence.
“It’s just up ahead.”
A servant gestured for them to enter.
Cherise took Damien’s arm, and the both of them slowly walked into the main residence.
The mansion was extremely grand and opulent
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe garden grounds were entirely in an Oriental style, while the mansion’s architectural design was
European. It was a beautiful fusion of East and West.
Grandpa Tanner was sitting on the couch, chatting with Beckham.
Their conversation stopped abruptly when Cherise and Damien entered.
Cherise carefully eyed the two men.
Grandpa Tanner had a head of silver hair, but he was still at the top of his game.
The middle-aged man was tall and imposing. He radiated authoritative and dignified air.
The image of the two of them together was so striking that they couldn’t help but attract
attention.
However, surprisingly, Cherise did not feel intimidated by them. Instead, she felt a sense
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of familiarity.
Damien led her towards them. “I am Damien Lenoir. From the Adania’s Lenoirs.”
“This is my wife, Cherise Shaw.”
“Please have a seat, Mr. Lenoir.”
Beckham smiled warmly at Damien and ordered the maids to bring some fruits.
But he froze when he turned back and saw Cherise behind Damien.
“Mr. Lenoir,” Beckham asked in a hoarse voice, “The lady next to you…. Is she your wife?”
“Yes.”
Damien beamed at him, “We’ve been married for just two months.”
Beckham stared at Cherise for a good minute without moving from his seat. His eyes. filled with an
inexplicable emotion.
He squinted at her and asked, “May I ask, who is Mrs. Lenoir’s mother?”
Cherise was taken aback. Her mother?
She stared back at Beckham in confusion. “You’re asking about… My mother?”
“Mr. Tanner.”
Damien took a sip from the cup a maid had handed to him. He smiled, “My wife is an orphan. Her aunt
and uncle raised her. She doesn’t have any parents.”
Beckham froze at Damien’s response. Shame colored his features. “That… My apologies.”
Grandpa Tanner touched his beard and carefully examined Cherise’s face. “Yes, she does bear a
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmresemblance.”
Cherise began to feel uneasy under their watchful gaze. She looked down at her feet and stayed silent.
Damien nodded and smiled, “I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to say.”
“It’s nothing.”
Grandpa Tanner chuckled, “Your wife resembles someone from our family. That’s why
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Beckham so boldly asked about your wife’s mother.”
Damien smiled faintly and replied, “Everyone has a doppelganger or two. Maybe my wife’s
resemblance to someone in your family is just a coincidence.”
“My wife grew up in a small, remote mountain village near Adania. She and her family never ventured
too far from home. Whereas the Tanner family spent most of their time int Europe. It’s more likely
nothing more than a lookalike.”
Damien’s explanation completely dissipated any lingering suspicion Beckham might
have.
Beckham shook his head, “You have a point.”
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