Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 45 Push Me Upstairs

Mr. Kolson raised his head and spotted Cherise. “Mrs. Lenoir is back, sir.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s exactly nine now.”

The man in the wheelchair smiled. “It’s probably been a decade since I’ve last had dinner this late.”

Cherise paled. She helped Frances serve the food on the table guiltily.

“You didn’t need to wait for me. It’s… it’s almost exam season. I will be studying until late at night for a while,” she murmured.

Damien did not bother exposing her excuse. “Let’s eat.”

She nodded silently, but her heart was jumping out of her chest.

He didn’t realize that I lied, right?

She would hardly lie since she was young. Every time she did, she would feel ill at ease for quite some time.

She chose a seat far from the man to hide her nervousness.

down, the man frowned. “Come here.”

“…Why?”

“Feed me.”

lost

the man hooked on her feeding him?

chair next to him cautiously. She picked up and began feeding

ate elegantly but at a snail’s pace.

the

spoon

the physical labor at the sanatorium. Now, she had to feed him spoonful

was only natural that she, as the wife,

his food about twenty minutes

placed the spoon down and wiped his mouth

line on his face made him look rugged and unapproachable. But it was soft to the

be in a better condition than hers.

later, she put the napkin on the table

an afternoon of work, she was starving enough to have an entire

held her cutleries tightly and polished off all the food without holding back under the warm light of the glass lamp.

and Frances watched as she devoured the food.