Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 182 Hometown Tales

They scrunched up their face in contempt at Ben’s obnoxious behavior.

He snickered coldly, “So you think she likes this village just because she says so?”

“You claim she shared everything about this village with you. Why don’t you tell us what exactly did she say?” Ben continued.

Damien’s lips twitched as he responded, “Oh, Ben, I think you’ll find this quite intriguing. Vivian went on three blind dates before she settled with her current husband.”

“The first suitor found our quaint village a bit too remote for his liking. This led to a collective uproar among the villagers.”

“The second suitor? Vivian had reservations about his suitability. The entire village conducted a thorough analysis and ultimately deemed him unsuitable.”

“Now, as for the third suitor…” Damien’s smirk deepened.

“Shut your mouth!” Ben seethed; his anger was simmering.

Vivian’s ego, severely bruised, couldn’t hold back any longer. “Cherise? You share even these village matters with your husband?”

Her words hung in the air, plunging the surrounding villagers into an even more resounding silence.

Damien’s earlier comments had, ironically, confirmed that Cherise had indeed confided. in him about village matters.

not talk about this then.”

oldest in the village at ninety-three, was remarkably healthy, although

to two chubby toddlers as innocent as their parents. Adorable and clueless

daughter, now in high school, excelled academically. She had the potential to be the second girl from our village

dog in the village named Yellow. It wandered every

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demeanor, he meticulously recounted every detail

each word and

villagers squirmed uncomfortably, looking away

contact.

the spectacle of it all! Cherise, the pinnacle of urban sophistication, astonishingly profound understanding

possessed an

clung fervently to her hometown tales, holding them as dear as treasured

origins was genuinely heart-warming to

yet, there they were,

I shouldn’t have judged you as they did,” a towering figure sighed, his tone laced. with

my children to your

man was none other

took the lead, and gradually, the villagers, one after another, started

as she couldn’t help