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?

fathomed her softened tone, which could mirror Damien’s deep

this game, which is evident in her calculated words.

carefully

Cherise offered a faint smile. “Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an accord regarding the issue of the shares with

too, wish for

your deliberate choice of words only muddies

that my husband maintains a distance from you.”

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

retort,

sow discord between her and Damien with such

No way!

“Finished?”

exuding the scent of tobacco and the chill of the night air, a smile gracing his

checks flushed crimson. “You… you heard

“Mhmm.”

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

him. “I’ve told you I’m not

always be

coursed through her body,

surprise and anger, she met Damien’s gaze. “Damien!”

“Yes, it’s me,”