Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1082 Reminiscing Over Antics "Sob, sob! I was beside myself with worry!" "You call the way to Calais to rescue me, to finally put things to an end. If you're wrongly implicated because of this, I don't know how I'll be able to carry on..." Though it was Cherise who had endured the ordeal and likely required the most solace, she discovered herself in a position of consoling Savannah instead.

"See, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?" Cherise tenderly placed a comforting hand on Savannah's shoulder, lifting her gaze.

Standing by themselves from an area not too far away, Steve and Damien observed their interaction with warm smiles. Cherise's wide, helpless eyes looked back at Steve, a silent plea for assistance. "Shouldn't consoling Sav fall under your responsibility?" "You were quite the expert at that back in high school," Steve quipped playfully, mischief dancing in his eyes.

He then directed his attention to Damien. "That's how things were back in high school," he explained, a hint of affection coloring his words.

well in her exams?" "Indeed," Steve openly disclosed Cherise's academic history. "People think Cherise only made it to the top because she was diligent; they all thought she was not naturally gifted. Only Sav and I have known all these while that she's not as dim-witted as they assume!" Steve continued to reminisce, his words painting a vivid picture of Cherise's high school antics. "She used to

chuckled at the revelation, his amusement evident in the twinkle of his eyes. "That's quite different from what I thought of her." With that, Damien directed his attention to Cherise with a knowing look, his expression curious. "So,

absolutely not!" she

Even though she went through her graduation stago, she couldn't stand the thought

can verify that!" But Steve was quick to counter her argument, his grin widening as he revealed his trump card. "Hah! I have evidence! I snapped sshots of you nodding off in the middle of lessons!" "Once we're back in Shawburry, Mr. Lenoir, I'll dig them up and email them to you so you can confirm

their friendly banter. "Sounds like a plan." Cherise narrowed her eyes at Steve. "You're going to get it, Steve!" she declared, her competitive spirit undimmed

an end to Cherise's ordeal. Steve, the host of the evening, had

playing on his lips turned to her with a question. "Cherry," he began, his tone earnest, "this Kielixe time, how long do you intend to prolong your vacation in Shawbury?" Cherise was on the verge