Ch. 1001..1010

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1001-Forgive My Unkindness “What transpired back then was my fault…” Maeve’s face contorted with shame as she confessed. “I can’t forgive myself if my actions continue to affect you and Cherise… “It’s alright,” Damien murmured wearily, closing his eyes and slumping onto the sofa. “Her thoughts are utterly poisoned by Sebastian. Even if you explain, it won’t make a difference.” “What should we do then?” Maeve’s anxiety was palpable. She paced back and forth in the living room. “Why did you go up and argue with her again?

She’s already harboring misconceptions about you. Aren’t you thinking clearly?” “There’s no alternative. We’ll have to apologize to Cherise later.” Damien admitted with a helpless smile. “Right now, she sees me as an adversary.

Even if I treat her kindly, she’ll perceive it as deception. It’s better to provoke her and position myself against her. She’ll take better care of herself despite her animosity towards me.” As Damien finished speaking, Frances hurried down the stairs, excitement evident in her voice. “Mr. Lenoir, Mrs. Lenoir has eaten! She even asked for seconds!” Home Categories  Search…

  1001/1090  It seems she was truly famished, Damien remarked with a faint smile.

Prepare more delicacies tailored to her preferences.” “Alright!” Frances nodded eagerly. She had just turned away before she hesitated as if remembering something. “Mr. Lenoir, Mrs. Lenoir… was just… cursing you.” “It’s a positive sign that she has the energy to curse me, Damien remarked, a slightly amused smile on his lips. “Let her vent.” “I believe the priority now is to expedite the investigation on Jacob’s end,” Maeve interjected, her lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced at Damien.

“Cherise’s hostility towards you is concerning. She’s bound to get into trouble sooner or later.” Damien nodded confidently. “I have a plan to address it.” As night descended, Cherise paced her room restlessly after eating. Opening the door, she found two bodyguards stationed outside. Peering out the window, Cherise spotted another pair stationed below. Frustration mounting, she reached for her phone, only to discover that the internet had been disconnected. Cherise felt a sense of helplessness wash over her. It appeared Damien was resolute-in confining her.

Taking a deep breath, she urged herself to remain calm as she reclined on the bed. Damien’s expectation for her to yield loomed, but she couldn’t bring herself to comply. She refused to believe that Damien could confine her indefinitely or surveil her every move for the rest of her days.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes, attempting to quell the fluctuating emotions that had plagued her throughout the day. Exhaustion weighed heavily upon her, exacerbated by the day’s events and the hearty dinner she had consumed. Succumbing to weariness, she yawned, allowing herself to sink into the softness of the mattress, unknowingly drifting into slumber.

In her dreams, she sensed the door creaking open slowly. Someone settled on the edge of her bed, Balance:

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the overwhelming drowsiness and fatigue proved insurmountable.

“I haven’t quite figured out how to articulate it to you, the man’s deep yet polished voice filtered through her daze as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “Forgive my unkindness earlier.” “I’ll make every effort to assist in jogging your memory, he continued, shifting into a more comfortable position beside her. His voice, smooth and refined, enveloped her in its charm. “Let’s start from the very beginning, from the day we first crossed paths.” “Our initial encounter was on our wedding day. Absurd, isn’t it?” He paused briefly, a hint of wryness coloring his words. “My parents perished in a car accident when I was eight, and my sister abandoned. me after a fire when I turned thirteen. With Uncle Raymond’s family lurking eagerly, I had no recourse but to feign disability, confined to a wheelchair while also pretending to be blind.”

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1002-Catching Feelings “I never thought you would actually agree to marry someone like me,” his voice softened, quieter than the whisper of the night breeze. “Sebastian’s intel was spot-on. He didn’t lead you astray. Our marriage was a deal between you and my grandfather right from the start.” “And it wasn’t until our wedding day that I fully understood the terms of this deal. That night, I put you to the test. Surprisingly, you pledged never to regret marrying me. You even vowed to make an effort to start a family with me. Can you believe it? I saw you as a naïve, foolish girl at that moment.” As he spoke, he gently stroked Cherise’s forehead, his smile remarkably tender. “It’s almost unbelievable that not long after that day, I found myself catching feelings for the same silly girl…” Amid the man’s deep, soothing tone, Cherise drifted into a dream, feeling like she had entered the world he painted. He posed as a blind man while she was a resolute girl, determined to safeguard him at all costs. As she pushed him through a corridor adorned with lilac flowers, Cherise apologized softly. “I seem to have lost my way. If only I’d requested a servant to guide us.” “The servants here won’t offer guidance,” Damien chuckled selfdeprecatingly. “It seems you don’t know your husband well enough. I’m Home Categories  Search…

  1002/1090  Damien Lenoir, the renowned bad luck charm of Adania. I lost iny parents at eight years old. When I was thirteen…” In her dream, Cherise held onto the wheelchair’s handle. Damien had black silk covering his eyes, and she observed him as he recounted his past calmly yet self-deprecatingly. A feeling akin to heartache gradually stirred within her.

Ultimately, she gritted her teeth determinedly, summoning courage as she vowed, “From this moment on, I’m your family! I swear to protect you…” The night slipped away silently. Damien tenderly ran his fingers through Cherise’s hair, observing as her breathing gradually settled into a peaceful rhythm on the bed. Assured of her slumber, Damien. leaned in gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Silly girl,” he murmured softly. After taking a deep breath, he tucked her in snugly before quietly slipping away.

Exiting the bedroom, Damien made his way to the study. He was seated at the desk and initiated a video call with Jacob and Lennon. “Looks like we’ll be burning the midnight oil tonight.” “Working late again, Damien? You’re relentless!” Jacob quipped. “Although your wife won’t even share a bed with you, my girlfriend can’t keep her hands off me!” Damien glanced at him casually, then returned his attention to the documents before him. “Is it the woman you met at the bar a few nights ago?” Jacob shook his head. “It’s someone else.” The man’s hand froze briefly while holding the folder. Then, he lifted his head, fixing a cold gaze on Jacob. “I provided you with funds to go abroad to aid in recovering Cherise’s memory, not to chase after a new fling” Lennon burst into laughter on the other end of the screen. “Jake, you’ve gone overboard.” Jacob pressed his lips together. “I have not!” He then shifted his gaze to Damien’s stern expression. “I consulted with an expert today. They suggested the most effective approach is hypnotizing Cherise, calming her mind, and guiding her to retrieve her lost memories?

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1003-What About Hypnosis?

“Well, that’s certainly the gist of it,” Jacob mused, his brow furrowing. “How about bringing Cherry over soon? If we hypnotize her, her memory should fully recover within a couple of weeks.” “Hypnosis?” Damien scoffed, shaking his head. “No.” Sebastian’s words had already completely shattered Cherise’s trust in Damien. Proposing hypnosis now would only confirm her suspicions that he was erasing her memory once more, just as Sebastian had suggested. Not only would she reject the idea, but it would also deepen her distrust of him. “Let’s explore other options,” Damien suggested.

“Then we might have to consider medication.” Jacob suggested, his lips pouting. “But given your perspective, medication probably won’t be effective either, right?” “Absolutely not, Damien responded, his gaze dropping to the pen he idly twirled between his fingers. Letting out a sigh, he continued, “Are there any other options we could explore?” “In my opinion,” Lennon chimed in, taking a deep breath, “you should just take Cherry for hypnosis. Whether it’s medication or hypnosis, it’s worth a shot if it Home Categories  Search…

  1003/1090  helps her regain her memory! Plus, she already sees you as an adversary.

Why fret? Once she recalls everything, she’ll understand!” Do you think I haven’t thought about that?” Damien narrowed his eyes, shooting a cold glare at Lennon. “It’s just that… though Jake mentioned that these methods are viable suggestions from experts, Damien continued, his gaze slightly frosty. “No one can guarantee with certainty that hypnosis or medication will fully trigger her memory.” “If we repeatedly try hypnosis or medication to no avail, she’ll eventually leave me,” he continued, his eyes shutting briefly. “I can’t bear to lose her again.” The weight of Damien’s words hung heavy in the room, immediately silencing the others. Damien and Cherise had endured countless trials together. Jacob and Lennon were familiar with the challenges the couple had faced.

If Damien pushes for hypnosis or medication, it’ll only drive Cherise further away. Their thoughts echoed silently in the somber atmosphere of the room.

She’ll always question and resent him, especially with Sebastian lurking in the shadows. If she leaves this time, it might be permanent. And what if her memories don’t return?

“Then we have no choice but to… revisit the past. Try to trigger some of Cherise’s latent memories and assist her in recalling them,” Jacob sighed heavily. “We should start with the people Cherise still. remembers.” Leaning over to scrutinize the data, he wrinkled his brow lightly. I’ve arranged for individuals to gather information about Cherise’s connections in Shaw’s village, including her classmates and acquaintances from school, as well as those she encountered in Lermille later on in life.” “This task is quite immense. If it weren’t for your influence, Damien, I might have struggled to gather everyone’s photos within a week,” Jacob admitted with a wry smile. “I’ve arranged for Lucy to visit tomorrow and show Cherise the photos. Surely, there are gaps in her memories of the past two decades.” Damien nodded in agreement. “It seems like our most viable option.” What About Hypnosis?

As Damien and Jacob conversed carnestly, Lennon remained fixated on the computer screen, lost in thought. His eyes widened abruptly. “Jake, did you mention contacting Lucy?” Caught off guard, Jacob’s guilty expression was evident as he quickly diverted his gaze. “Um, well…” “Is Lucy going to Damien’s place tomorrow to see Cherise?” Lennon sought clarification.

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1004-No Vacancy Jacob emitted a quiet sound of acknowledgment, and his lips pressed together in a tight line as he nodded.

“Fair enough,” Lennon conceded. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before announcing. “I’ll gather my belongings and seek refuge at Lenoir Manor.” Surprise flickered across Jacob’s features, and Damien interjected, “There’s no vacancy.” “I’ll crash on the couch,” Lennon retorted, determination lacing his words.

“I’d rather let a stray dog crash on my couch,” Damien countered.

Lennon fell into a tense silence, grappling with the turn of events. Frustration bubbled within him. “D*mn it!” He hurled the pen from his grasp, watching it clatter against the floor. “Damien, are we even friends?” he seethed.

“It’s precisely because we’re friends that I can’t let you crash here,” Damien shot back, his brow wrinkling. Lucy’s warning echoed in his mind, her words from her last visit haunting him. “Don’t breathe a word to Lennon that I’ve been here. If you do, I’ll never return, even if Cherise is in a bind Home Categories  Search…

  1004/1090  next time.” Damien locked eyes with Lennon, his expression unwavering. “She’s made it clear she doesn’t want any encounters with you,” he declared firmly. “Even if you can’t confront her here, you can still catch a glimpse of her from a distance outside. But if you do show up, she won’t return to Adania again, not even for Jake or Cherise.” A heavy silence hung in the air as Damien’s words settled in. After a beat, Lennon offered a bitter smile on the video call, his voice tinged with desolation. “We love each other. Must I be reduced to observing her from afar?” Jacob let out a deep sigh, his tone weighted with emotion. “Let me correct you. You don’t love each other, he began. She loved you unconditionally, only to be left high and dry in the end. How could you subject her to such pain if your love for her was genuine?” Lennon’s eyes shot up, his eyes brimming with anguish. “What have I done to her?!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion. “That’s not what I intended! I never meant to cause her any harm!” “But that child is yours,” Jacob asserted, his eyes narrowing with skepticism.

He adopted a scornful tone. “If you didn’t love her, why stay with her? And if you were with her, why not implement any precautions?” As a physician, he comprehended the sacrifices Lucy had made for Lennon. “If you didn’t love her, why pledge to marry her? If not for your promise back then, she wouldn’t have…” “Enough!” Damien interjected icily before Jacob could conclude. “You’re not privy to the whole story, so hold your tongue for now.” Lennon visibly slouched on the other end of the video call. “I’ve always… actually…” he began, trailing off. After a moment of silence, Lennon mustered a bitter smile and shook his head. “Forget it,” he muttered, resigned. “Just catching a glimpse of her from a distance will suffice.” Balance:

tendrils. Cherise stirred from her sleep, finding her pillow damp with tears.

She couldn’t quite grasp why she had been weeping, but remnants of her dream lingered-a vision where Damien appeared kind, handsome, and attentive. He even had a blindfold obscuring his eyes.

“Seems like you’re in fine spirits today, Mrs. Lenoir, Frances remarked cheerfully, tapping lightly on the door as she entered, bearing a tray of breakfast delights. Tve whipped up your favorites. Have a peek and see if they tickle your fancy.” “If it’s not to your liking, just say the word, Frances continued, swiftly arranging the dishes before Cherise. I’m here to cater to your every whim.

Whatever you desire. I’ll whip it up in a jiffy!” Frances suddenly thought of something. “Oh, Mr. Lenoir left a message for you this morning.” Frances added. with a bright smile. “Ms. Staber will be paying you a visit today. With her company, you certainly won’t be bored!” “Ms. Staber?” Cherise’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Tacy?” “Exactly!” Frances affirmed, passing a set of utensils to Cherise. “Please, dig in. I need to attend to some matters downstairs. If you require anything, don’t hesitate to summon me.”

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1005-A Black Fabric “I’m heading downstairs now. If you prefer not to raise your voice, just inform the bodyguard at the door, and he’ll relay the message, Frances offered before making her exit.

Cherise hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Actually… I do have a request.” Frances halted in her tracks, turning back to face Cherise. “What else can I assist you with?” “I need a piece of fabric.” Cherise explained, her brow wrinkling as she tried to recall the details of the black satin cloth covering Damien’s eyes in her dream. “A piece of black satin fabric with intricate dark patterns.” She gestured with her hands, indicating the desired dimensions. “About this size.” Frances’ heart skipped a beat as she processed Cherise’s request. The fabric she described… can it possibly be… “What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” Cherise inquired noticing Frances sudden silence.

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“Oh, no. No issue at all!” Frances quickly reassured her, flashing a bright smile as she swung the door open. Tll fetch it for you right away!” It’s just a simple piece of black fabric. It’s completely harmless, right? With that thought, Frances descended the stairs, making her way to the utility room to locate the requested item.

After a thorough search, Frances finally located the black fabric amidst the various spare pieces stored in the house, remnants from when Damien pretended to be blind five years prior. “Here you go,” Frances said, presenting the fabric to Cherise, who accepted it with hands trembling uncontrollably. It was exactly as she had seen in her dream.

Shortly after Cherise had finished her meal, Lucy made her entrance.

“Damien’s keeping a close eye on you,” she remarked, opening the door and settling on the edge of Cherise’s bed. “When I arrived, I spotted someone lingering beneath a window of one of the rooms. It puzzled me initially-what could be the purpose of standing under a window? But now that I’m here, it’s clear. It’s your room.” With a swift motjon, Lucy opened the book she had brought and laid it out before Cherise. From her pocket, she retrieved a box of cigarettes. “Mind if I indulge?” she inquired, to which Cherise shook her head. “Not at all.” “Does Damien truly believe you’ve become invincible?” Lucy chuckled, crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette. “Even with amnesia, you’re not foolish enough to contemplate a leap from a room at this height!” She pushed the book toward Cherise. Take a look.” Cherise furrowed her brow as she inspected the item before her, flipping through pages of the book. with a puzzled expression. “What’s all this?” she queried, the book revealing a collection of old photographs depicting a diverse array of individuals spanning various ages.

“These are faces from your past,” Lucy replied casually, taking another drag from her cigarette. “I heard. you and Damien had a bit of a falling out?” “It’s rather unnecessary,” Lucy said, gracefully blowing smoke rings into the air. “Lately, Damien’s been preoccupied with you. Since you mentioned a desire to reclaim your memories, about a week ago, he began dispatching people to gather information from those who knew you. He’s been requesting any Balance:A Black Fabric “Cherry, you’re twenty-five now,” Lucy remarked, her smile aloof. “In those twenty-five years, I’ve crossed paths with thousands of people. I thought it was an impossible feat, but Damien somehow managed to pull it off.” She produced several additional books from her bag nonchalantly. The man’s utterly mad. He’s gathered photos of every person who has ever known you.

As Cherise continued to leaf through the pages, her confusion lingered. “Will I… regain my memory by looking at these photos?” she inquired, searching for clarity.

“Of course not,” Lucy replied curtly.

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1006-Cherise’s Inner Turmoil Lucy exhaled a smoke ring. “I want to experiment and see if there are still remnants of your memories lingering within you even when experiencing amnesia. By starting from these fragments, perhaps you. can expedite the process of recovering your memory.

“Pay no heed to those voices outside insinuating that Damien doesn’t wish for your memory to return,” the woman stared at Cherise intently. “Truth be told, Damien is yearning most fervently for your memory to be restored.” Cherise pressed her lips together, sensing a warmth in certain recesses of her heart. She managed to muster a wry smile. “Is that so?” In her mind echoed Damien’s chilling words from the previous day when he had instructed her to regard him as an adversary. She pursed her lips once more.

“I haven’t noticed.” “Of course you haven’t,” Lucy sneered. “Your animosity towards him blinds you, so naturally, you can’t perceive it.” Rising from her seat, Lucy unlatched the window, inviting in the crisp autumn breeze. “I can empathize with Damien. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to regain your memories. He simply wishes to approach it with greater sensitivity.” Home Categories  Search…

Cherise regarded Lucy with a puzzled expression. Lucy closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of the wind caressing her skin. “Because many memories from your past may inflict pain upon you,” she elaborated. “Look at what’s happening now. The last time we spoke on the phone, you were blissfully unaware of what had happened with your mother or the circumstances surrounding your marriage to Damien.

“But look at you now,” Lucy continued, retrieving a mirror and presenting it to Cherise. “Take a good look at yourself. Since waking up this morning, you haven’t washed your face or brushed your teeth. You look exhausted, as though you have a lot on your mind. Aren’t you constantly grappling with inner turmoil, questioning why things unfolded this way?” Cherise scrutinized her reflection in the mirror, her lips forming a tight line.

Lucy’s remarks rang true. The figure staring back at her bore little resemblance to the Cherise of yesterday. Just twenty-four hours prior, she could have easily donned overalls and styled her hair into pigtails, accompanying Blake to the library to catch a glimpse of the girl he admired.

But now… The image in the mirror seemed to embody years of weariness and uncertainty. With a resigned sigh, she pushed the mirror aside. She rose to attend to her morning routine, resolving to brush her teeth, cleanse her face, and apply moisturizer in the bathroom.

“That’s more like it,” Lucy remarked, leaning casually against the bathroom door, observing Cherise’s actions. “You’re aging. A twenty-five-year-old woman still needs to prioritize self-care.” She paused. allowing her words to sink in. “Now, do you grasp why Damien has always sought to tenderly guide your memory recovery?” “Transitioning from a carefree state to embracing reality is indeed a journey,” Lucy affirmed. “However, Sebastian circumvented this process by divulging the truth prematurely, disregarding your emotional well-being. His aim?

Simply to drive a wedge between you and Damien. Someone who genuinely cares for you wouldn’t exploit your most painful memories to manipulate you.” Cherise’s hand faltered momentarily as she applied moisturizer. After a contemplative pause, she lifted Balance:

Cherise’s Inner Turmoil uttered those words yesterday?” “Yes. You might not be aware, but Damien has a personal physician named Jacob Caldwell,” Lucy revealed gently. “Since the day of your accident, Damien swiftly dispatched him overseas to confer with specialists and devise a strategy aimed at facilitating your memory recovery.” Cherise’s lips formed a tight line. “But no one ever informed me,” she murmured, realization dawning upon her.

“Those who genuinely prioritize your well-being often work silently behind the scenes without seeking recognition, Lucy explained. “Only those driven solely by self-interest will eagerly step forward to claim credit. With that, Lucy extinguished her cigarette and settled back onto the edge of the bed. “Your task now is to look through these books

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1007-A Difficult Position “Let’s see if anyone sparks a memory. Otherwise, all our efforts will have been for naught,” Lucy suggested. Cherise’s lips pressed into a thin line as she settled back onto the bed, resuming her. examination of the photos.

As daylight waned and the room darkened with the onset of evening, Cherise noticed the fading. sunlight giving way to the encroaching night. By eight o’clock at night, Lucy’s persistent yawns betrayed her fatigue. After hours spent poring over the photographs, Cherise’s breakthrough came unexpectedly. She identified a figure in one of the books with a pointed finger.

“I remember him,” she declared. “I recall his name, and I remember he once lent me a hand.” Lucy’s expression soured as she glanced at the page subconsciously, her disbelief evident as she covered her face with her hands in frustration. “After all this time, you only remember one person?” Cherise nodded solemnly. “It appears so.” “Very well,” Lucy sighed, closing the book and tucking it away. “I’ll have a word with Damien and see if we can arrange for this individual to be released from the mental institution.” Home Categories  Search…

  1007/1090  As Lucy departed. Cherise remained seated, her gaze following the woman until she disappeared. Then, realization struck, causing her eyes to widen in astonishment. “M-mental institution?” Yes. Lucy confirmed, reopening the door at the sound of Cherise’s startled voice. She offered a reassuring smile. “He’s the only person you remember.

Even if he’s currently confined, Damien will see to his release. Lucy’s expression softened, a faint smile gracing her lips. “I just… worry that Mr.

Lenoir will have to go through quite a hassle.

Lucy’s voice trailed off her words hanging in the air, leaving Cherise puzzled over her cryptic statement. “In my recollection… lan was a standout student.

How could he possibly end up in a mental institution…” “Because he desired something he shouldn’t have,” Lucy clarified with a subtle smile before departing. leaving Cherise still befuddled by the revelation.

Cherise contemplated chasing after Lucy for clarification, but her intentions wer vigilant bodyguards stationed at the door. “Mrs. Lenoir,” they interjected, raising her, “Please don’t put us in a difficult position.

by the deter Cherise fell silent and resigned to the situation. Fine. won’t put them in a difficult posi stuck in this challengingsituation.

Retreating to her room, Cherise stretched out on the bed, her senses attuned to the fain downstars. With the villa’s impeccable soundproofing, she strained to discern Damien’s teed with a hint of self-deprecation. The current Cherise remained unaware of lan’s fate Leo. Teratone Dannien’s role in orchestrating lan’s admission to the mental institution.

The commotion downstairs persisted for a long time. After more than half an hour, the faint s Euer departure could be heard from outside. Another half hour clapsed before the measured.

footsteps of a man ascended the stairs and approached Cherise’s room.

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A Difficult Position adversary, maintaining an air of indifference toward him. However, today… Lucy’s words lingered, subtly influencing her thoughts. Even if Lucy’s assertions were untrue, Cherise couldn’t continue treating Damien as an enem Moreover, her attention was drawn to the black silk cloth resting in the corner of the desk. Last night’s dream… Lost in contemplation, Cherise was jolted from her reverie by the nearing footsteps of the man. As they halted outside her door, she could distinctly discern his deep voice asking the bodyguard about her.

Feeling a surge of unease, Cherise hastily scrambled onto the bed, pulling the blanket over herself to feign slumber.

Once the bodyguard updated Damien on Cherise’s condition, he gracefully opened the door and entered the room.

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1008-Playing Catch-Up A slight figure lay beneath the covers in the dimly illuminated room, her features concealed from sight. The man chuckled softly. He knew she was awake but approached the bed quietly, settling himself on the edge. Tenderly, he brushed his fingers through her hair, offering a gentle pat on her shoulder.

“Lucy filled me in,” he began, reassuring her gently. “Since you still remember Jan, I’ll arrange for you to meet him tomorrow… in hopes of sparking some memories of him within you. Perhaps it’ll awaken memories of me as well.” After that, he tucked her in with care. “Recovering your memories takes time, so prepare yourself for a prolonged battle.” Cherise, inexplicably sensing an ache in her heart, felt her pulse quicken. She slowly felt herself caring more for Damien…. Yet, Cherise maintained her façade of slumber, unwilling to put aside her pride. After all, she was stubborn and spoke to him coldly the day prior.

After what had happened today, Cherise sensed a shift in her feelings toward Damien, yet she couldn’t bring herself to face him. Though Damien remained silent, she imagined him inwardly mocking her lack of restraint, ridiculing her previous defiance. Thus, she kept her eyes shut, deepening her breaths to enhance the illusion of sleep.

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A faint smile tugged at Damien’s lips. He was amused seeing her oblivious state, lost in her imagination. Nevertheless, he decided against exposing her charade. Instead, he spoke softly, “I’ll be working late tonight, wrapping up matters in Adania.” “Considering your memories of lan, you likely recall events from high school,” he continued, his fingers gently trailing through her hair. “Starting tomorrow, I’ll take you back to Shawbury and revisit your old high school grounds.” He let out a soft sigh. “I’m also curious about your high school days. We only met when you were twenty, so I missed two decades of your life. Perhaps this is my chance to catch up.

Cherise pouted, feeling her heart flutter in response to Damien’s words. She couldn’t deny their power. He could melt any woman’s heart, and Cherise wasn’t immune, even if she had lost her memory. Seeing such warmth and sincerity from a usually reserved man was enough to move any woman. In the dim room, Cherise’s features softened subtly.

Since coming back from Ziphon, I’ve been caught up with work, Damien revealed, his hand still gently stroking her head, oblivious to the change in Cherise’s expression. That might be why you think I’m being indifferent, right?” He leaned in, let out a sofi sigh, and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I feel responsible for your current state.” Damien pledged, “From tomorrow onward, I’ll carve out time to be by your side. Things will start looking up,” With the man’s brief, tender kiss, a profound ripple surged through Cherise’s heart, and her fists tightened at her sides. He promised things would improve.

And in that promise, she found solace, daring to believe in a brighter future. It will get better….

That night, Cherise plunged into yet another extensive dream. In this reverie, she found herself alongside a young Blake and Damien, his eyes veiled by a blindfold, frolicking, and fishing in a picturesque mountain village.

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Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1009-Cherise’s Dreams “Sweetheart, even though you can’t see anything, allow me to paint the scene around us with words,” Cherise began softly, leaning into Damien’s embrace.

“We’re standing on a bridge overlooking a serene river. The clear water below flows gently, originating from a mountain stream” She continued, her voice earnest. “There are fish in that river… There’s trout, whitelish… Cherise was always happy and joyful in her dreams, even when Damien was blind. Yet upon waking. Cherise found hall her pillow soaked with tears. The laughter and delight of her dreams stood in stark contrast to the emptiness that enveloped her upon awakening.

Since Sebastian had emerged, there was a rift between her and Damien.

Damien had distanced himself From Cherise and never shared a bed with her. The stark contrast between the warmth of her dreams and the chilly reality made Cherise feel like her heart was being constricted, causing considerable discomfort.

With pursed lips, she opened the door without a second thought. The vigilant bodyguard outside offered a cautionary reminder. “Mrs. Lenoir, it’s not safe for you to venture out.” Home Categories  Search…

  1009/1090  “I’m not. Cherise asserted, her lips forming a tight line. “Just relay to Damien that he must come to me inmediately, without delay” “Mrs. Lenoir… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” The bodyguard hesitated, his concern evident. “Mr. Lenoir is presently engaged. While this fact might have cluded others in the house, the bodyguards on shifts were privy to it. Damien had dedicated the entire night to his work within his study, scarcely allowing himself any repose.

Emerging briefly only ten minutes ago to instruct Frances to warm a cup of milk for him as dawn broke, he retreated to his bedroom. Yet Cherise remained oblivious to these particulars, her mind. failing to recall Damien’s pledge to accompany her to Shawbury alter toiling overtime She frowned at the bodyguard’s remark. “Why is he occupied?” Recollecting the dream wherein Damien had vowed to eternally be by her side and share in her joys and sorrows, Cherise was overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of emptiness and uncase in her heart.

“Mr. Lenoir is… “You’re awake?” A deep male voice interjected before the bodyguard could finish, halting further interaction.

Cherise’s eyes snapped upwards at the sound, recognizing the man’s voice.

In the distance, Damien strode toward her, clad in light gray pajamas, his voice carrying a deep, captivating timbre that matched his striking appearance. The loosely draped collar of his attire revealed his sturdy collarbone. Bathed in the morning light, his slow approach to her exuded a comforting warmth and undeniable allure.

“Da…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, spurred by a surge of courage, she opened her arms wide and dashed towards him.

“Honey!” Her tender form collided with his, causing Damien to sway slightly. It wasn’t her weight that caught him off guard, but rather the unexpected embrace.

“What’s wrong?” Concern etched across his features, and he searched her eyes intently. “Did you have a nightmare?” Cherise’s Dreams That seemed the only plausible explanation. If not for a nightmare, it seemed unlikely that the woman who regarded him with hostility and treated him as an adversary suddenly rushed into his arms, addressing him as “honey. Since encountering Sebastian at the library, she had consistently referred to him by his name.

Cherise met his eyes, which were brimming with genuine worry. The sincerity reflected in his eyes caused her heart to flutter. Her emotions relaxed inexplicably, and tears began to trace silent paths down her cheeks as she shook her head. “No… I didn’t.. It wasn’t a nightmare.”“”

Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1010-You Must Shave Am I under a spell? Why do I think of such a decent man as my adversary? “I just…” she trailed off, her thoughts interrupted by Damien’s gentle inquiry.“What did you dream about? You can confide in me,” his deep voice resonated with genuine concern as he brushed away a tear from the corner of her eye. “Or, if you’re hungry. I can prepare something for you.” As he expressed concern for her, Cherise struggled to suppress her tears. A flicker of panic was heard in Damien’s voice. This was a rare occurrence.Enveloping her in a comforting embrace, he carried her towards the bedroom.Tenderly easing her onto the bed, he couldn’t help but notice her tear-stained pillow.A heaviness settled in the man’s heart. “Why do you seem so sad?” he inquired, his lips pressed together as he wiped away her tears. “Is it because of a nightmare, or…” His gaze darkened. “Are you upset at being trapped here by me?” “I never meant to confine you or take away your freedom. I’m just afraid of something happening to you. Damien confessed, a touch of sorrow and Home Categories   1010/1090  distress in his tone. After a moment, he chuckled softly. If you want to leave, I won’t hold you back. But…” He reached for her hand. “Let my people protect you, okay?” Cherise sniffled, feeling dazed from crying. Upon hearing his words, she suddenly lifted her head and met his apologetic gaze. Taken aback by his misunderstanding, she hastily shook her head and pursed her lips. “I’m not… “Please don’t refuse me,” Damien implored, interpreting the shake of her head as a rejection of the protection he wanted to arrange. “It’s for your safety. Lowering his voice to a gentle murmur, he added. “I understand…” “I know you have doubts about me because of the past. Perhaps you doubt my character or whether I’m worthy of you, Damien continued, lips pursed with slight desolation coloring his words. But please believe me. I’m the last person who wants to see you hurt.” “Don’t cry,” he urged, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, his sincere gaze tinged with distress. “I’ll let you go. You can go wherever you want. I won’t stand in your way.” Cherise’s heart clenched as if gripped by an unseen force, leaving her unsettled. As she gazed into Damien’s eyes, which held a humble and slightly sheepish gaze, she had a whirlwind of conflicting emotions while listening to his pleading tone. Without thinking, she reached out and gently touched his face, running her fingers over his stubble. “You need to shave, she remarked softly.Damien was taken aback by her gesture, instinctively reaching up to touch his chin. Indeed, his stubble was making its presence felt again. His ingrained personal hygiene habits persisted despite his busy schedule dealing with Cherise and the company’s affairs.However, in recent days, she had been ignoring him and treating him like an adversary. Feeling mentally and physically drained, Damien had growness concerned about his appearance. After all, the woman he cherished most seemed indifferent to his existence. Consequently, his stubble had stealthily reappeared amidst him being preoccupied.Balance:You Must Shave With a helpless smile, he gently grasped her hand, which was tracing the stubble on his face. “I’ll shave later,” he promised.Cherise pursed her lips, shaking her head earnestly. “Shave now,” she insisted.Damien wrinkled his brow slightly and replied, “I’ll shave later.” “Shave now,” Cherise persisted, seemingly having a bone to pick with him. In truth, she had no good reason for him to shave. Cherise simply hadn’t yet found the words to express that she no longer harbored any blame toward him. Instead, she understood the efforts he had made on her behalf.