Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 908 An Invitation

‘However, I don’t need you to treat me to a meal. I’ve long forgotten the taste of my childhood. What I love the most now is the food my husband cooks.’

After carefully reviewing the message several times to ensure there were no typos or ambiguities, Cherise pressed the send button.

Two seconds after sending the message, she received a response from Sebastian.

He sent a smiling emoji and responded, ‘You may have forgotten the taste of your childhood, but I still remember it.

‘If you have time, let’s meet up for a meal. I remember where I bought the drumsticks for you back then.’

Perhaps afraid that Cherise would refuse again, he added, ‘I went back to that store a few days ago. It’s still there and hasn’t closed down.

Cherise gripped her phone tightly, her eyes shooting back and forth between the phone and the view outside, still uncertain about how to respond.

Taking a deep breath, she simply turned off her phone and decided not to respond.

But an uneasy feeling still coiled around her heart.

Was it really okay to stand up to an old classmate like this? She thought anxiously, leaving her feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

looked up and glanced at the man driving next

face was marked with dark circles under his eyes, and there were even traces of

eyes.

few days had been exhausting for him, and it showed.

contributed to his overexertion was her old classmate,

ruminating between Sebastian and Damien. Within seconds, she

no longer the same person

was Damien; who accompanied her day and night, holding

which of these two

Damien’s car arrived at the Lenoir residence.

you thinking about?”

1/2

deep voice brought her attention

a split second, she panicked and waved

into her thoughts, he smiled faintly at her. “You seem distracted. Are you thinking about when the third and fourth should be

a loss for words.

serious a moment ago. Why is he talking about

children… I could give him more kids.

and got out of the car. Then she threw herself into his arms, kissing him on the cheeks. “Honey, do you really like children?”

reaching out to pinch her delicate face. “What do