Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 182 Hometown Tales

They scrunched up their face in contempt at Ben’s obnoxious behavior.

He snickered coldly, “So you think she likes this village just because she says so?”

“You claim she shared everything about this village with you. Why don’t you tell us what exactly did she say?” Ben continued.

Damien’s lips twitched as he responded, “Oh, Ben, I think you’ll find this quite intriguing. Vivian went on three blind dates before she settled with her current husband.”

“The first suitor found our quaint village a bit too remote for his liking. This led to a collective uproar among the villagers.”

“The second suitor? Vivian had reservations about his suitability. The entire village conducted a thorough analysis and ultimately deemed him unsuitable.”

“Now, as for the third suitor…” Damien’s smirk deepened.

“Shut your mouth!” Ben seethed; his anger was simmering.

Vivian’s ego, severely bruised, couldn’t hold back any longer. “Cherise? You share even these village matters with your husband?”

Her words hung in the air, plunging the surrounding villagers into an even more resounding silence.

ironically, confirmed that Cherise had indeed

talk about this

continued indifferently, “Mrs. Levine, the oldest in the village at ninety-three, was remarkably healthy, although she broke her

to two chubby toddlers

daughter, now in high school, excelled academically. She had the

village named Yellow. It wandered every

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impassive demeanor, he meticulously recounted every detail Cherise had shared about the village that night.

each word and

uncomfortably, looking away and avoiding eye

contact.

the pinnacle of urban sophistication, astonishingly profound

possessed an

embracing a more opulent lifestyle, she clung fervently to her hometown tales, holding them as

her origins was genuinely heart-warming to

there they were,

did,” a towering figure sighed, his tone laced. with genuine

I’ll bring my children to your

was none other than