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.

fatigued and sweating, Cherise felt an inexplicable pressure

clenched her fist and cheered her

sun hat, stopwatch hanging around his neck, and the attendance roster in hand, he emitted a youthful vibe, more like a fellow student helping out than a

Cherise’s heart quickened.

her gaze, Damien smiled gently

the whistle’s shrill

strangely, just halfway around the track, the girls’ pace in front of Cherise began to dwindle. Although Cherise maintained her initial speed, her thoughts wandered to Damien,

distraction, and due to inertia, Cherise found herself sprawled on the ground. Strong, masculine hands steadied her shoulders just before her face could meet the unforgiving

the fall, slamming onto the rubber track

lent a hand and inquired,

1/2

teeth

halfway wasn’t in her nature, especially not for a minor scrape.