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.

Zachary quipped, playfully opening the door. “Why don’t we head inside? The sun is quite strong;

blushed and turned

paused, remembering something. She turned back, offering a slight smile to Charisa. “Mom,

word, she calmly walked through the doorway and

the existing furnishings, the room

Charisa surveyed the room with a composed gaze. “Did you live in a place like

as well-maintained as it is now, but the setting

have been tough for you.” Charisa looked at her, speaking with a poised

surprised. “No, not

air and scenic

her teacup, taking a sip. “Before I pass on, I should spend some time in the