Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 62 A Different Breed

Damien chuckled indifferently. “Good idea.”

“Cool!”

Cherise laughed shyly and went upstairs to pack her bag.

Not long after, she skipped down the stairs, put on her shoes in the mudroom, waved him. goodbye with a bright smile, turned around, and a sudden realization struck. upon her.

He is blind…

He doesn’t know that I am waving at him.

So, she clumsily removed her shoes and scurried towards Damien, stopped by his wheelchair, and bent forward to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Darling, I’ve gotta run!”

She bolted away with red hot cheeks, heart thumping rapidly.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Damien watched her as she left, subconsciously rubbing his cheek where he had just been kissed.

“Id”ot,” he smiled.

“Sir.”

Kolson’s turned engine, Mr. Hampson cautiously

a brow apathetically. “What medicine?”

age, and you shouldn’t

Hampson gradually lowered his voice. “Besides, if Mrs. Lenoir were to conceive a child, you would’ve had to stick to Mr. Peter’s

reckon the id*ot would be more foolish when

Hampson was left

a brief pause, he responded, “Got it,

1/3

of relief after finishing what he had

truly is Mr.

was last

to Cherise with a mischievous look and winked at her.

by Lucy’s cousin. Not only did it help with

Hohohoho…

least loud enough to make everyone in

to the roots of

her bag and dashed out of the

yet sly look. “Come on, give me some details. I’m eager

her lips. “Another word, and I’m getting mad

could barely cover