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?

her softened tone, which

played this game, which is evident in her calculated

her carefully chosen words was evident.

deep breath, Cherise offered a faint smile. “Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an

I, too, wish for an

deliberate choice of words only muddies the waters between you and my

husband maintains a distance

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tone turned icy. “It’s late, Ms. Weiss. Rest well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll

Yolanda’s retort, Cherise terminated the

between her and Damien with such

No way!

“Finished?”

stood outside, exuding the scent of tobacco and the chill of the night air, a smile gracing his lips. “Just like the conduct of Mrs.

flushed crimson. “You… you heard

“Mhmm.”

again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool, you’ve grown, defending the honor of

against him. “I’ve told you I’m

be my dear, my

her body, Cherise pouted, poised

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

“Yes, it’s me,”