Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 173 A Dark Blue Silhouette

His hands froze in mid-air as they were caught hold of by someone.

The man sitting in the wheelchair bore an air of calmness.

His long fingers were wrapped tightly around the other man’s wrist.

The other man’s forehead scrunched into a deep scowl. His muscles started to tense up as he tried to pull away.

But his hands were caught in place under Damien’s grip.

“Honey!”

Vivian’s eyes widened in shock at the sight before her.

Her husband was a trainer at the local gym. Every muscle was perfectly sculpted and toned.

No one in town was stronger than her husband.

But the man in the wheelchair, with a firm grip on his arm, stopped him from hitting Cherise.

A glob of sweat trickled down his temple.

eyes betrayed no hint of emotion as he

man shrieked at the top of his lungs, “My hand! It’s

red with anger.

are you all doing? Give these people

“No one is allowed to bully my wife,” he demanded fiercely. “Who

warning, the faces of the people standing up for Vivian took on a pale sheen.

husband was the most

even made him

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was capable of defeating this man?

clouded over. “Target the woman!” she commanded.

blind. He wouldn’t be able

courage to those too scared to stand up to Damien and help her.

could get to the girl behind him! After all, there were so many of them. How could he help her if he

they started to

her hands gripping the handle of Damien’s wheelchair. “Damien, what should I do?” her voice trembling

was blind, he could see every inch of

man reached out his arms and pulled Cherise into his embrace. “A bad environment can indeed bring out the worst in people,” he said. “But don’t you all have parents and children to

a deafening clap of thunder rumbled across the skies as if to emphasize

cowards stood rooted to their spots while the brave

no one dared to