Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 979 Unveiled Truths

Cherise felt a warm flush creep into her cheeks as she glanced at the scattered clothes, memories of the previous night flooding her mind like a rushing tide.

Quietly, she retreated to the bathroom for a shower, the weight of the situation pressing heavily upon her. She couldn’t help but blame Mr. Whitlock for the predicament they found themselves in.

Why had he insisted on them listening to that recorder together?

In the end…

Ultimately, she found herself gravitating towards Damien of her own volition.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this entire debacle was not entirely her fault–Mr. Whitlock’s meddling had set this chain of events into motion.

After her shower, Cherise’s phone rang, signaling an incoming call from Mr. Whitlock.

“Mrs. Lenoir,” inquired Mr. Whitlock with a tone that held a tinge of apprehension, “Have you and Mr. Lenoir had the chance to peruse the recording I provided together, as I suggested?”

With a sardonic curve gracing her lips, Cherise responded, “Indeed, we have, Mr. Whitlock.”

“Mr. Whitlock,” Cherise continued, her voice tinged with a knowing edge, “It appears your spouse and Mr. Samson share a rather peculiar rapport; would you not agree?”

Taken aback by the revelation, Mr. Whitlock stammered, “How did you come to learn of my wife’s association with Samson…”

Before he could finish, Cherise interjected sharply, “The recording you submitted, was it not their voices that resonated within its confines? I would advise against such jests in the future, sir!”

that admonition, Cherise swiftly terminated the conversation, leaving Mr.

his office, Mr. Whitlock grappled with the unsettling revelation.

Cherise received feature

the one he had entrusted to Samson only the day

of realization, he hastily dialed a familiar number. “Hello,

“Good day, sir.”

Unveiled Truths

Samson’s voice, a woman’s somber tones echoed through the receiver, laden with grief. “I am his spouse. Sammy was

him as he slumped in his chair, the weight of his actions crashing down upon

end in more

clothes and starting the washing machine before

with

Sir mentioned that you were tired last night, so I prepared a

breakfast options spread out on the table behind Frances–Italian, Western,

extravagance and

me?” she finally managed to ask, a hint of disbelief coloring

a tad extravagant?

else, just let me know. As long as I’m capable, I’ll make it

by the abundance of

of food laid before her, what more could she conceivably desire?

and the other servants to help themselves. “Please, don’t let it go to waste,”

she replied. “We, the