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?

softened tone, which could mirror Damien’s deep

this game, which is evident in her calculated words.

her carefully chosen words was

Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an accord regarding the issue

his spouse, I, too, wish for an

your deliberate choice of words only muddies the waters between you and my husband.”

my husband maintains a distance from you.”

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this declaration, her tone turned icy. “It’s late, Ms. Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll succeed in winning over

Yolanda’s retort, Cherise

her and Damien with such crude

No way!

“Finished?”

the scent of tobacco and the chill of the night air, a smile

checks flushed crimson. “You… you heard

“Mhmm.”

smile, Damien entered the car, closing the door. His imposing frame once again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool, you’ve grown,

told you I’m not a

be my dear, my

a shiver coursed through her body, Cherise pouted, poised

a mix of surprise and anger, she met Damien’s

“Yes, it’s me,”