Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks

Hugh was still at Charity Orphanage, while Cherise drove straight from Betrico Hospital back to Chivers Residence,

During the drive, Morris called, saying he had something to handle and would be home later. He reminded Cherise to drive carefully on her own.

After hanging up the phone, Cherise pressed the accelerator and sped up. Once she got home and finished freshening up. the first thing she did was lock herself in her study.

She started going through books on Type 1 diabetes, taking notes, searching for case studies, and reviewing treatment. plans...

When Morris returned home, he found the bedroom empty, which made him a bit anxious.

He searched the house and eventually found Cherise in her study, fast asleep with her head resting on her desk.

By then, it was already past midnight. Morris had been delayed by some matters concerning the Chivers Group business plan.

On the large desk, besides Cherise sleeping soundly, everything else was covered with books, medical texts, notebooks, and a row of open silver needles.

Cherise's slender hand still gripped a black pen as if she had been in the middle of something before drifting off.

After taking off his suit jacket and carefully placing it on a nearby chair, Morris walked over to Cherise.

He gently removed the pen from her hand and bent down to her.

He softly kissed her smooth forehead and whispered, "Cherise, sleeping here isn't comfortable. How about I carry you to the bedroom?"

"Okay," Cherise mumbled, recognizing it was Morris and feeling at ease, her eyes barely open.

Without thinking, she instinctively reached up and wrapped her arms around Morris's neck, pressing her cheek against his chest and nuzzling against him, like a soft, sleepy kitten that was completely at ease.

After placing Cherise on the bed, Morris was about to get up and freshen up before coming back to rest. But just as he turned to leave, Cherise, who had been sound asleep moments before, tightly gripped his pinky finger. Morris couldn't help but chuckle softly. Turning his head, he saw that Cherise still hadn't opened her eyes.

He leaned down again, close to her, kissing her forehead, cheek, lips, and neck. "What's the matter? You don't want me to go?"

Cherise slowly opened her sleepy eyes and gave a soft laugh. "Yes, I don't want you to leave. Mr. Chivers, after the wedding, how about we have a baby?"

Morris raised an eyebrow, already knowing she had been to the orphanage today.

He smiled warmly. "As long as you don't find it too tiring, I'm happy with whatever you want."

Cherise beamed with a sweet smile. "Then I want to have a little girl, a beautiful girl, with two cute braids and a pink, fluffy dress. I want to give her all the love in the world." Sat, Jan 4

Morris nodded. "Alright, you are the boss. Let's work on having girl as beautiful as you."

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The next day, at a luxurious villa in the southern part of the city weathered yet extremely high-end car slowly drove out of the villa's garage. Sitting next to Stella was Jagger, one of the founding figures of Clusia.

Compared to others, Jagger, like Cherise's master Carson, was famously low-key. After retiring, Jagger kept to himself, staying away from many affairs. When people talked about Dorian, they thought of an all-around talent. And when Jagger was mentioned, he was known as the military type.

At over 80 years old, Jagger had an imposing presence as he sat in the car.

He had two children, one son and one daughter. His daughter, Stella, sat beside him. She was the internationally renowned chief interpreter for Hesperia. Jagger's son, Tristan, was Lydia's father and Stella's older brother. He was one of the most influential figures in Clusia, second only to Arthur.

Jagger glanced at Stella and spoke. "You quit your job at Hesperia, didn't you? How's the handover going?"

Stella replied respectfully, "Yes. I completed all the handover work the day before returning to Clusia."

Jagger nodded in satisfaction. "It's better for you to be in our own country, where we can take care of you. So, what's your plan next?

"Do you need me to have someone help you with anything? I may not have been in the spotlight lately, but my connections are still good. And if I can't help, Tristan can." Stella shook her head. "No, Dad, I've already applied to the Translation Bureau. Please trust me."

Jagger nodded again, pleased with his children.

However, after a moment, he sighed.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Stella asked, puzzled.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Jagger sighed again. "I'm over 80 now. I've gained fame and honor, and I have no regrets. Tristan has balanced both his career and family.

"You, however, have achieved some success in your career, but there's still the matter of your love life. Hey, actually, I've understood your feelings for years.

"I may be good with strategy, but I'm also quite perceptive. I can tell what's on your mind. You've been too stubborn. Your mother... she hasn't even tried to persuade you, letting you go on like this.

"If your heart is set on it, I'll do what I can to help. I can only hope that he doesn't have anyone else in his heart. If I can see you married in my lifetime, I'll have no regrets."

Stella pursed her lips and quietly replied, "It should be fine."

As they spoke, the car slowly, came to a stop in front of a large in gate.

Jagger rolled down the window.

The dozen or so security guards at the gate saw the license plate and recognized the people in the car. They immediately stood in formation and saluted.

The gate opened quickly, and the car slowly drove through./

This was the residence of Lucas and Mary, the Jarrett Residence

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