Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 8 Don’t Concern Yourself About It

Tristan’s gaze made Cherise uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath and smiled politely at Tristan before pushing Damien in his wheelchair toward the house.

However, Tristan extended his arm and blocked her way as she tried to walk past him.

“Why are you so anxious to go in? Are you afraid to talk to me?”

He crossed his arms and looked at Damien with disgust and contempt. In contrast, his voice was kind, with a hint of concern. “Damien, your wife keeps avoiding me. I think she has an ulterior motive for marrying you.”

He briefly glanced at Cherise’s chest with leering eyes.

Cherise frowned and instinctively turned away.

But that only made him leer at her more daringly. His lips curved into an arrogant smirk. “Damien, Grandpa is old and might be unable to see through the tricks of young women like her. On the other hand, I have vast experience. What about this? I’ll talk to your wife privately and assess her character for you!”

Cherise tightened her grip on Damien’s wheelchair.

Although she was an orphan from the countryside, her uncle and his wife were generous to her. Thus, she grew up well and developed beautiful curves.

Although several male students ogled her body at school, she was not afraid because Lucy protected her.

However, Cherise was now in Lenoir Residence, Tristan’s territory.

Furthermore, Damien was blind and could not see how Tristan looked at her. He would also not know what Tristan would do to her if he were to permit Tristan to talk to her in private.

Cherise could not rebuff Tristan because he had not done anything out of bounds.

She bit her lip, praying that Damien would not agree to Tristan’s unreasonable request.

Damien sensed Cherise’s hands trembling behind him.

Even with the black ribbon over his eyes, he could see Tristan’s leering expression illuminated by the street lamp.

Thus, he pursed his lips and replied indifferently. “This is the first time you have shown so much concern for me after all these years. I remember when my previous fiancée died in a car accident, you said, ‘Who cares. She’s better off dead than marrying a cursed man.“”

Tristan’s expression darkened.

was only a joke. Damien, I offer to vet your wife

landed on Cherise’s trim waist before continuing, “I can see

“That’s why it’s best that

Cherise’s face turned pale.

sincerely concerned but looked at Damien with disdain

accuse me of

bumpkin. You

a wife. I’m happy to accept her even if she approaches

is an orphan. She’s likely jinxed, too, since she is married to a cursed man like me. It would be unfortunate if you met with a disaster after talking

were heavily implied with

Tristan was briefly stunned.

be cursed like Damien, Tristan stepped back and turned the other way, not

not usually superstitious, but it was better to be safe than sorry

as he looked at Tristan’s expression.

relief and pushed the wheelchair

walked past Tristan, she felt a sudden pain

filled her. She recklessly rushed ahead,

dared to pause once they reached a small

sexual harassment for the first time at the hands of her

was right outside

something wrong?” Damien asked with a

“No, it’s nothing.”

dare to tell Damien the

Damien, and Tristan were the only ones

if she told Damien what Tristan did, all Tristan had to do was deny it, and she could do nothing against

and that Damien

to stay silent despite what Tristan had done

I have

words pulled her

was not a single servant in the

pursed her lips and replied, “I’ll get you a glass of water. Please wait

entered the villa to get

a glass of water. When she returned, Damien had put down a

is

her sweat–covered

and sipped before saying indifferently, “Do

immediately shook her head. “No, I don’t