Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1009 Cherise’s Dreams

“Sweetheart, even though you can’t see anything, allow me to paint the scene around us with words,” Cherise began softly, leaning into Damien’s embrace. “We’re standing on a bridge overlooking a serene river. The clear water below flows gently, originating from a mountain stream” She continued, her voice earnest. “There are fish in that river… There’s trout, whitelish…

Cherise was always happy and joyful in her dreams, even when Damien was blind. Yet upon waking. Cherise found hall her pillow soaked with tears. The laughter and delight of her dreams stood in stark contrast to the emptiness that enveloped her upon awakening.

Since Sebastian had emerged, there was a rift between her and Damien. Damien had distanced himself From Cherise and never shared a bed with her. The stark contrast between the warmth of her dreams and the chilly reality made Cherise feel like her heart was being constricted, causing considerable discomfort.

With pursed lips, she opened the door without a second thought. The vigilant bodyguard outside offered a cautionary reminder. “Mrs. Lenoir, it’s not safe for you to venture out.”

“I’m not. Cherise asserted, her lips forming a tight line. “Just relay to Damien that he must come to me inmediately, without delay”

“Mrs. Lenoir… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” The bodyguard hesitated, his concern evident. “Mr. Lenoir is presently engaged. While this fact might have cluded others in the house, the bodyguards on shifts were privy to it. Damien had dedicated the entire night to his work within his study, scarcely allowing himself any repose.

he retreated to his bedroom. Yet Cherise remained oblivious to these particulars, her mind. failing to recall Damien’s pledge to accompany her to Shawbury alter toiling overtime

dream wherein Damien had vowed to eternally be by her side and share in her joys and sorrows, Cherise was overwhelmed by an inexplicable sense of emptiness and uncase in

“Mr. Lenoir is…

interjected before

at the sound, recognizing the man’s voice. In the distance, Damien strode toward her, clad in light gray pajamas, his voice carrying a deep, captivating timbre that matched his striking appearance. The loosely draped collar of

murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, spurred by a surge of courage, she opened her arms wide and dashed towards him. “Honey!”

slightly. It wasn’t her weight that caught him off guard, but rather the unexpected embrace. “What’s wrong?” Concern etched across his features,

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