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.

his throat. “It was only a joke. Damien, I offer to vet your wife out of concern

Cherise’s trim waist before continuing, “I can see everything about

at Cherie with unconcealed desire. “That’s why it’s best that you allow me to examine

Cherise’s face turned pale.

concerned but looked at Damien with disdain and

dare he accuse me of having

country bumpkin. You shouldn’t

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

a cursed man like me. It would be unfortunate if you met with a

heavily implied

Tristan was briefly stunned.

and turned the other way,

usually superstitious, but it was better to be safe than

laugh as he looked at

a sigh of relief and pushed the wheelchair through the

walked past Tristan, she felt a sudden pain in

disgust filled her. She recklessly rushed ahead, pushing Damien into the residence’s

pause once they reached a small garden.

harassment for the first time at the hands

it was right outside his grandfather’s

Damien asked

“No, it’s nothing.”

to tell Damien

Tristan were the only ones at the scene

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

and that Damien had lost his

she had no choice but to stay silent despite

I have some

words pulled her back

single servant

you a glass of water.

she entered the villa to get water for

too vast. It took her some time to find a glass of water. When she returned, Damien had put down a phone for the

place is

her sweat–covered

sipped before saying indifferently, “Do you regret marrying

shook her head. “No,