Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 13 I’ll Protect Damien in The Future

“That’s the principle.”

Tristan forcefully restrained himself from mocking Cherise. “If you can obediently come here, take off my clothes, and initiate a kiss with me, perhaps I’ll really lose interest in you.”

A sly expression flickered across Cherise’s face.

But she nodded sincerely. “Alright. I’ll do as you say.”

Tristan couldn’t hold back. He smiled and waved at the men in black restraining her. “Let her go. Let go!”

I want to see how dumb this country bumpkin is!

The people in black let Cherise go after hearing it.

“You’re not going to play any tricks, are you?”

Tristan said with a smile when he saw Cherise lean over.

“There are three of you here. I can’t escape even if I play any tricks.”

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Cherise smiled sincerely as she walked to his side. “We’ve made a deal that I’ll remove your clothes and kiss you.”

“You can’t touch me.”

Tristan pulled her hand. “Kiss me down there, not up here.”

Cherise restrained her nausea and pulled her hand away. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

One button. Two buttons.

The girl’s serious side profile was making Tristan burn up.

But he wanted to see Cherise throw herself at him, so he could only forcefully restrain himself.

But she was too slow.

Every time she undid one button, she carefully straightened out the creases on his shirt.

Tristan was impatient.

He wanted to prompt Cherise to hurry up, but he suddenly felt something cold and hard at his heart.

He looked down, and a trace of panic instantly flickered across his eyes.

Because at that moment, Cherise was holding a mini switchblade and pressing it against his chest.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m a medical student majoring in cardiology.”

Cherise’s crisp voice was slightly cold. “I had full marks in each subject, so I can guarantee that when I pierce it into your skin, your heart will split into two.

instantly broke into a cold sweat!

a knife pressed against him like that

and wanted to struggle but realized that Cherise had tied his coat into

chance to struggle. He was helpless under Cherise’s hands.

“Cherry…”

to plead. “In any case, I’m Damien’s cousin. If you lay a finger on me, how would you explain it to my family…”

down, please.

you know that I’m

you not think of how to explain things to your family

deathly pale. “I…”

you want to me just because Damien is dispensable

no real power, and

on his chest and could only nod. “Yes…”

sank

Lenoir Residence’s garden appeared in her mind. He was in his wheelchair as he looked up at the moon

time she thought of his lonely voice, she felt

protect Damien in

solemnly, “I’m slightly foolish, and I don’t come from the

I regard myself as

kind of force and technique I must use to cut your heart into two or

started trembling,

the malice

cyes.

taking his clothes off innocently. He never imagined she would look at him

that she was serious.

thought if he ever infuriated Damien again in the future, she would track him down and plunge the knife straight into

with good results are

a

needed to. She had also threatened and

subordinates were outside.

Tristan, his subordinates were still detaining

use Lucy to threaten her

if she released Tristan for Lucy, she and Lucy would be two unarmed and defenseless girls. They would be no

want to take

she couldn’t ignore

tip of the knife in her hands was hovering near Tristan’s chest.

in a

she thinking about how to stab the knife

so terrified that his legs

protected by Wanda and Raymond since he was born. He

someone pointed a knife at his

‘Crash!‘

was

Mr. Hampson

Mr. Hampson was Damien in a wheelchair.

behind

man whose eyes were covered with black