Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 212 I Don’t Need Special Treatment

Damien was very different from how he used to be.

Cherise looked at him, entranced. In the past, she had never noticed this energetic side of the man who was always in a wheelchair. Could it be that she was the reason for his change?

Cherise shook her head, abruptly interrupting her train of thought. What had she been thinking? Even the truth about Damien’s eyes was uncovered by her, with Damien merely acknowledging. her discovery. How could she be so naive as to assume she was the cause of his transformation?

With these musings, a sensation of loss swelled within her heart, like ink saturating paper. It weighed on her until Lucy tugged at her arm and said, “Let’s go!”

Only then did Cherise return to reality; it was time for the physical fitness test.

Due to her short stature, her starting position was toward the rear, and she happened to be in the last group of students participating in the 800-meter assessment.

who went before her, visibly fatigued and sweating, Cherise felt an inexplicable pressure mounting

the starting line, Lucy clenched her fist and cheered her on. “You’ve got this!”

involuntarily shifted to Damien. He had stripped off his outer layer, revealing at white T-shirt identical to hers. With a sun hat, stopwatch hanging around his neck, and the attendance roster in

Cherise’s heart quickened.

Damien smiled gently

With the whistle’s shrill sound,

pace in front of Cherise began to

inertia, Cherise found herself sprawled on the ground. Strong, masculine hands steadied

collision, her knee took the brunt of the

a hand and inquired, “Can you keep going?”

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her teeth

in her nature,