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.

just when she sat down, the man frowned. “Come

“…Why?”

“Feed me.”

lost

hooked on

choice, she huddled into the chair next to him cautiously. She picked up

but at a snail’s

the

spoon

the physical labor at the sanatorium. Now, she had

was only natural that she, as the wife, fed her

about twenty minutes later.

the spoon down and wiped his

made him look rugged and unapproachable. But

seemed to be in a better condition than hers. The sensation made her heartbeat

napkin on the table

an afternoon of work, she was starving enough to

youthful woman held her cutleries tightly and polished off all the food without holding back under

Mr. Kolson and Frances watched as