Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 998 Unveiling Deceptions.

“Didn’t you demand an explanation?”

The man glanced back at her with an icy stare. “Tll procure an explanation for you,” he retorted curtly before shutting the door behind him, leaving Cherise alone in the silence of their chambers.

From behind the barrier of the closed door, Cherise listened intently as Damien issued instructions to Frances. His voice, though muffled, carried a sense of authority and concern.

“Cherise has had a mishap,” he explained calmly, his words filtering through the thick wood. “She may not feel inclined to freshen up after she fell into the trash can. Ensure she is properly bathed and dressed in clean attire.”

“I’ve arranged for Lennon to procure her favorite fragrance from abroad,” he continued, his tone unwavering. “Sprinkle it throughout the room to create a more comfortable atmosphere.”

“And…”

Pausing momentarily, Damien’s voice took on a softer tone. “Given her current state of mind, prepare a meal that she enjoys,” he instructed, his concern evident in every word.

Having conveyed his directives, Damien leaned in to murmur a few additional instructions to Frances, his voice barely audible as he imparted his final guidance and slowly left.

Cherise sank to the floor as his footsteps faded into the distance, leaning heavily against the door.

This man… even in moments of turmoil, he exhibited such care and concern, enlisting the aid of their household staff to tend to her needs.

It was difficult for Cherise to reconcile this compassionate side of him with the portrait painted by Sebastian, the man who had manipulated her amnesia and harbored a deep-seated vendetta against her.

The memory of their tumultuous kiss in the car flashed through her mind unbidden.

She subconsciously traced her lips with her fingertips

Upon her lips, the lingering sensation of the wound he had inflicted remained.

Closing her eyes, she replayed the emotions etched on Damien’s face during that heated moment.

His demeanor unmistakably conveyed a simmering anger.

limited to a passionate kiss and the

but acknowledge the complexity of his feelings, realizing that his ire had been

her perceived self-deprecation, not in reference to any judgment of her

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demeaning herself, not demeaning the

didn’t perceive her and the former Cherise, who hadn’t lost her memory, as distinct entities.

a pang of sadness within her, prompting a desire to shed a few tears.

newfound wariness towards him, she couldn’t deny the kindness he had

help but wonder: How deeply

she struggled to comprehend the depth of his

“Madam?”

the door. “I’ve brought your favorite incense. Would you like me to open the door and assist you

contemplated whether to open the

of reflection, she relented and opened it, allowing Frances to

room with a gentle smile, the aroma of the

She liked it.

assisted her with the bath, she couldn’t help but

“Sort of,” she admitted, her expression serious.

“We had an argument because…” she began, hesitating briefly before revealing

“Thud!”

as the incense burner slipped

movements hurried and agitated. “Who would spread such falschoods?” she exclaimed, her brow furrowing in

“My first love was the one who told me,”

Cherise continued,

during junior high and made a promise to be together when we grew up.” She paused, her expression clouded with