Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 980 Connection

Frances furrowed her brow, pondering for a moment. “There are several instances…” she began.

“Such as?” Cherise prompted eagerly.

“For example, Mr. Lenoir once had a disagreement with his family because of you,” Frances revealed.

Cherise’s eyes widened. “A disagreement with his family? With whom? Why?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Just as Frances was about to respond, a discreet cough from the servant nearby interrupted the conversation.

Frances interpreted the subtle hint and offered a faint smile. “You’ll need to address that matter with Mr. Lenoir directly,” she advised.

“We’re merely servants; it’s not our place to reveal too many details,” Frances added, maintaining a sense of propriety.

“I’d rather not find myself in a situation like June’s,” she concluded with a note of caution.

Cherise nodded, mindful of the cautionary tale of June. She restrained herself from pressing further, sighing softly as she settled back onto the sofa, idly watching a drama unfold before her.

Her mind was preoccupied throughout the morning.

Damien was engrossed in his duties, Mr. Hampson had his own affairs to attend to, and Frances was undoubtedly busy as well.

in the household

Alexis had their commitments at

Cherise found herself with nothing

lost

trapped in a cage, devoid of freedom, with uncertainty clouding her thoughts.

scene in the drama captured her attention–a poignant reunion between the female lead and her parents, tears

family… I should have had them too, right?

Chapter 980 Connection

her

voice answered,

manage to call Charisa’s phone?”

to the unexpected voice on the line.

brief moment of uncertainty, she tentatively continued, “I noticed the number saved as ‘Mom‘ in my phone… so

deeply, Cherise gathered her courage. “May I ask who you are? And where

silence from the other end of the line before Zachary sighed softly. “What’s the matter with you?” he

bit flustered, Cherise retorted, “What do you mean, what’s wrong?”

hint of exasperation as he explained, “You wouldn’t fail to recognize my voice, and you surely know that Charisa has been gone for

at a loss for words.

keep up the facade any longer. “I have amnesia,” she confessed

my past. The household staff won’t tell me. My husband won’t let me leave the house or disclose my past to me,

her frustration and boredom settling in. “So