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?"

words, uttered in a deep, chilling tone, pierced the air, halting

Sh*t.

her veins. With every fiber of her being calling her to run, Cherise fought the urge to break into a sprint, instead swiftly maneuvering towards the

her shoulders, her eyes caught sight of a tall figure leaning casually against the doorway, his presence imposing yet eerily tranquil. His gaze pierced her,

legs exuded a sense of effortless grace, the clean lines of his attire underscoring an air of understated

where does Mrs. Lenoir intend to run off to?" His voice, though calm,

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

his tone laced with theatrical mockery. "There aren't that many places you

trickled

that evading him today would be

to clear her throat, Cherise attempted to mask her panic with flattery, forcing a smile to her lips. "Escape? Why would I ever want to

accidentally left inside Lucy's bag," she improvised, the lie flowing smoothly from her

raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his gaze. "Hmm...

effortless grace, he closed the distance between them, each step deliberate and measured. "Would you like me to join you

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

offer. "No... there's no need!" she insisted, her voice

anyway. I can grab it

Very well," Damien responded, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes.

expression filled him with

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

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