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!”

conversation, leaving Mr. Whitlock in

Whitlock grappled with

recording Cherise received feature his wife and

the one he had entrusted to Samson only the

hastily dialed

“Good day, sir.”

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

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

in more ways than one.

herself by gathering the scattered clothes and starting the washing machine before

her with a

mentioned that you were tired last night, so I prepared a nutritious breakfast for you,” Frances chirped. “What

brows, glancing at the array of breakfast options spread out on the table behind Frances–Italian, Western, meat, vegetarian… it was

by the extravagance and

to ask, a hint of

a tad extravagant?

her smile unwavering. “If you want anything else, just let me know. As long as I’m capable, I’ll make

the abundance of food

food laid before her, what more could she conceivably

partaking in a modest portion before urging Frances and the other servants to

satisfied, madam,” she