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.

household had responsibilities to fulfill.

had their

nothing to occupy her

her memory, she had also lost

felt like being trapped in a cage, devoid

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

should have had them too,

Chapter 980 Connection

sudden longing, she reached for her

man’s voice answered, young and warm.

How did you manage to call Charisa’s

hesitated, unsure how to respond to the unexpected voice on the line.

continued, “I noticed the number saved as

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

silence from the other end of the line before Zachary sighed

Cherise retorted, “What do you mean, what’s

a hint of exasperation as he explained, “You wouldn’t fail to recognize my voice, and you surely know that Charisa has been gone for five years. I’ve kept this number

was at a

the facade any longer. “I have amnesia,”

voice as she continued, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know my past. The household staff won’t tell me. My husband

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