Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 860 Nocturnal Intrigue

Yolanda’s voice dripped with flirtation in the delicate cocoon of her ear. “Damien, you mentioned you’d come over once Cherise drifts into slumber. When might that be?”

“I’m a bit weary. When do you think Cherise will doze off?”

“Why not utilize the sleeping pills you’ve prepared? Didn’t you prepare them?”

Cherise offered no reply.

She simply listened, her silence a canvas for Yolanda’s monologue, punctuated by soft utterances of “Mm,” “Ah,” “Okay.”

“Excellent. Let’s convene at our usual haunt tomorrow!”

Confronted with Yolanda’s buoyant tone, Cherise sighed inwardly, rubbing her temples. “Ms. Weiss.”

Finally, Yolanda exclaimed through the line, “You are…”

“I am Cherise.”

With the phone nestled in her palm, Cherise sighed again, her brow furrowing.

While she didn’t consider her initial “hello” particularly loud, it wasn’t muted.

If her voice reached Yolanda’s ears, why did Yolanda persist in this charade?

Cherise never fathomed her softened tone, which

knowingly played this game, which

carefully chosen words

“Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an

too, wish for

your deliberate choice of words only muddies the

my husband maintains a distance

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Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll succeed in winning over your desired

for Yolanda’s retort,

discord between her and Damien with such crude

No way!

“Finished?”

of tobacco and the chill of the night air,

checks flushed crimson. “You… you

“Mhmm.”

once again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool, you’ve

him. “I’ve told you

you’ll always be my dear,

a shiver coursed through her body,

and anger, she met Damien’s gaze.

“Yes, it’s me,”