Marrying the Man in the Dark

The early autumn weather brought a chill to the air. Charisa wore a slim-fit, moon-white dress adorned with embroidered flowers. Her hair cascaded elegantly, and her whole demeanor exuded a proud and aloof temperament.

Despite her usual cold and distant expression, she was willing to accommodate Cherise’s wish to keep. the surname she had grown up with.

“Let’s head in for dinner!” Elvis called out, taking Sarah’s hand and leading the way to the dining room. “Is the meal ready?”

Embarrassed, Sarah shook her head. “Not yet… I noticed Sky was taking Cherise’s order, so I hurried out without preparing anything.

“Come on, I’ll help you. Where’s the kitchen?” Elvis took the lead and swiftly led Sarah to the kitchen.

Outside, Charisa stood at the door. Meanwhile, Cherise was by the dining room entrance, and Zachary stood next to Cherise.

the door. “Why don’t we head inside? The sun is quite strong; I wouldn’t want anyone getting tanned, especially someone who will be a bride in a

and

the dining room, Cherise paused, remembering something. She turned back, offering

of warmth flashed in Charisa’s typically serene eyes. Without a word,

traditional, rustic charm. Sarah was an industrious woman. Apart from the existing furnishings, the room was decorated with

Charisa surveyed the room with a composed gaze. “Did

wasn’t as well-maintained as it is now, but the setting is quite similar.”

looked at her, speaking with

surprised. “No, not at all!”

countryside with its fresh air and scenic landscape. Growing vegetables and being self-reliant…

so?” Charisa raised her teacup, taking a sip. “Before I pass