Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1028 The Accidental Kiss

As she mulled over her predicament, Cherise couldn’t help but bury her face in her hands, grappling with uncertainty. It seemed she had inadvertently dug herself into a hole and leaped right in.

Meanwhile, Damien had slipped into the car from the other side. He settled beside her, radiating warmth that gently brushed against her cheeks. Cherise felt the heat rising in her face.

“Why are you blushing?” Damien’s sudden inquiry caught her off guard, his dark eyes gleaming as he playfully surveyed her flushed cheeks. “Let me guess why you’re rosy-cheeked, Mrs. Lenoir.” He teased her playfully. “Are you already thinking about our evening plans, Mrs. Lenoir?”

Cherise remained silent momentarily, her mind racing to find the right words. “I… I didn’t mean to suggest anything inappropriate earlier,” she stammered, her cheeks burning under the weight of his intense gaze. “I… I didn’t mean anything of the sort!”

Her heart fluttered erratically as she averted her eyes, chastising herself inwardly. Why am I still reacting like this with Damien after all this time? It was absurd! As she reproached herself silently, Cherise focused on steadying her breath.

unexpectedly leaning closer to her. “You must be reproaching yourself for losing your composure. Am I right, Mrs. Lenoir?” His voice sent shivers down her spine as he whispered into her ear. “But fret not, Mrs. Lenoir. Regardless if you’ve lost your memory, you always find a way to engage in these little battles

slightly startled. She instinctively turned around. “You…” With her back facing Damien, she hadn’t anticipated the outcome of her abrupt action. When she turned in that split second,

felt like an electric current traveled from Cherise’s lips to her brain. Countless images of her and Damien kissing flashed through her mind. There were tender, gentle, intense, and passionate kisses. She was stunned by the flood of emotions accompanying each memory. In those mental images, she felt the overwhelming depth of her love for the man before her. Every kiss conveyed the same message: she loved him

by the unexpected intimacy. It had been a while since she had kissed him like this. Driven by impulse, he lifted his hand. He gently cradled the back of her head, prolonging the kiss indefinitely, lost in the

at the helm in the driver’s seat, the new chauffeur, Timothy, silently covered the car windows and lowered the partition

gently laid her down beneath him. Cherise felt her head spinning from his tender caresses, the sensations on her lips triggering a cascade of mernories within her mind. Unable to resist, she closed her eyes

addressed a middle-aged man. “Uncle Shaw, I’m

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