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.

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,

continued, his tone growing more animated with each passing moment, "there were a couple of exams where she struggled because she slept in during lessons and did not learn the important notes the teacher was covering!" Damien chuckled at the

not!"

she listened to Steve's teasing. Even though she went through her graduation stago, she couldn't stand the thought of the distinction

sought to deflect attention away from herself. "Sav here 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 the truth

get it, Steve!" she declared, her competitive spirit undimmed by the teasing of her

end to Cherise's ordeal. Steve, the host of the evening, had spared no effort in preparing a feast to entertain their guests. The table overflowed with an array of delectable dishes, each one more tempting

freely, Steve found himself seated next to Cherise, a warm smile 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