Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1137

Chapter 1138 You're Not Escaping

The car glided to a halt in front of Cherise and Damien's residence. As Cherise embarked from the vehicle, her gaze fell upon Otto waiting at the doorstep.

"Otto? What are you doing here?" she asked, surprise coloring her tone. Shouldn't he be working at the office with Damien around this hour? she thought to herself.

"Mr. Lenoir departed from work earlier than usual today," Otto explained, his demeanor grave.

Casting a sympathetic glance at Cherise, he added, "Mr. Lenoir expressed some...dissatisfaction with Mrs. Lenoir's performance earlier and wishes to discuss the matter further, Mrs. Lenoir."

Cherise's countenance froze, a flicker of panic igniting in her eyes.

In a flash, she recalled Damien's displeased expression from their earlier intimate encounter.

Oh, snap!

His stormy departure that morning was momentarily forgotten as she went about her day!

With a sharp slap to her forehead, she hastily concocted an excuse. "I just recalled an urgent matter I need to address elsewhere, so I can't head home this instance; I'll uhh..."

Her words drifted into silence as she abruptly pivoted on her heel, attempting a swift escape.

"And where exactly do you want to go?"

in a deep, chilling tone, pierced

Sh*t.

veins. With every fiber of her being calling her to run, Cherise fought the urge to

a look over her shoulders, her eyes caught sight of a tall figure leaning casually against the doorway,

the clean lines of his attire underscoring an air of understated refinement that

smoky-gray sweater, a subtle smirk graced his lips as he addressed her, "So where does Mrs. Lenoir

at his temples. "Hmm... let's consider the options...within Yatesville, where might Mrs. Lenoir run off to seek a

"What a shame," he said, his tone laced with theatrical

trickled down

evading him today

her throat, Cherise attempted to mask her panic with flattery, forcing a smile to

just realized minutes ago that there's a note I accidentally left inside Lucy's bag," she improvised,

raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in

step deliberate and measured. "Would you like me to

gaze bearing down on her, her nervous swallow betraying her growing unease at the

declined his offer. "No... there's no need!" she

it's not that urgent anyway. I can grab

well," Damien responded, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in

with

suggested, "Well, since it can wait, shall let's

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