Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1005 A Black Fabric

“I’m heading downstairs now. If you prefer not to raise your voice, just inform the bodyguard at the door, and he’ll relay the message, Frances offered before making her exit.

Cherise hesitated for a moment before speaking up. “Actually… I do have a request.”

Frances halted in her tracks, turning back to face Cherise. “What else can I assist you with?”

“I need a piece of fabric.” Cherise explained, her brow wrinkling as she tried to recall the details of the black satin cloth covering Damien’s eyes in her dream. “A piece of black satin fabric with intricate dark patterns.” She gestured with her hands, indicating the desired dimensions. “About this size.”

Frances’ heart skipped a beat as she processed Cherise’s request. The fabric she described… can it possibly be…

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” Cherise inquired noticing Frances sudden silence.

“Oh, no. No issue at all!” Frances quickly reassured her, flashing a bright smile as she swung the door open. Tll fetch it for you right away!” It’s just a simple piece of black fabric. It’s completely harmless, right? With that thought, Frances descended the stairs, making her way to the utility room to locate the requested item.

the house, remnants from when Damien pretended to be blind five years prior. “Here you go,” Frances said, presenting the fabric

her meal, Lucy made her entrance. “Damien’s keeping a close eye on you,” she remarked, opening the door and settling on the edge of Cherise’s bed. “When I arrived, I spotted someone

her pocket, she retrieved a box of cigarettes.

a cigarette. “Even with amnesia, you’re not foolish enough to contemplate a leap from a room

brow as she inspected the item before her, flipping through pages of the book. with a puzzled expression. “What’s all this?” she queried, the book

another drag from her

you mentioned a desire to reclaim your memories, about a week ago, he began dispatching people to gather information from those who knew

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A Black Fabric

twenty-five years, I’ve crossed paths with thousands of people. I thought it was an impossible feat, but Damien somehow managed to pull it off.” She produced several additional books from her bag nonchalantly.