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.”

turned engine, Mr. Hampson cautiously approached Damien. “Do I prepare… The medicine for

raised a brow apathetically. “What

and you shouldn’t

Damien, Mr. Hampson gradually lowered his voice. “Besides, if Mrs. Lenoir were to conceive

scoffed. “Do you reckon the id*ot would be

was left with no words.

pause, he responded, “Got it, sir.”

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after finishing what he had

truly is Mr. Lenoir’s

was last night?”

Lucy walked up to Cherise with a mischievous look and winked at her. “Did

drug was a special blend by Lucy’s cousin. Not only did it help

Hohohoho…

loud, at least loud enough to make

blushed to the roots

and dashed out of the

after her with a playful yet sly look. “Come on, give me some

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

angry front could barely cover