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.

everyone in the household had responsibilities to

Alexis had their

with nothing to

had also lost the ability to lead

like being trapped in a cage, devoid of freedom, with uncertainty clouding her

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

family… I should have had

Chapter 980 Connection

reached for her phone and dialed the number

man’s voice answered, young

you manage to call Charisa’s

respond to the

of uncertainty, she tentatively continued, “I noticed the number saved

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

line before Zachary

“What do you mean,

and you surely know that

a loss for words.

her lips together, realizing she couldn’t keep up the facade any longer. “I have amnesia,” she confessed

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

frustration and boredom settling in. “So I’m terribly bored, which is why I called,” she admitted ruefully.