Marrying the Man in the Dark

Is she really going to throw the keys down?

Didn’t she just kick me out of the car? Why is she letting me into her house now?

Does she want to talk to me?

Damien furrowed his brow, feeling skeptical as he walked to the area below Cherise’s apartment. He positioned himself where the keys could be caught.

“What are you up to?”

Although doubts had started creeping into his mind, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the person on the other end couldn’t be anyone else.

After all, no one else would have known so much about his relationship with Cherise and gone as far as to seek out Mr. Kolson’s WhatsApp account.

Damien pondered with furrowed brows.

‘Splash!’ A basin of cold water was abruptly dumped from Cherise’s balcony.

Damien was drenched. Chill seeped into his bones.

Never before had he been so thoroughly and embarrassingly drenched.

Mr. Kolson witnessed everything from a distance. His mouth hung open in shock. “Mr. Lenoir…”

that moment, Damien’s phone

win over Mommy? Not

me to protect

Damien Lenoir was speechless.

“Ren?”

to her room. After draining the bathtub, she found Soren still on the balcony, holding a basin and watering the

it’s time for your

die if you

“Oh.”

with the empty basin. He closed the balcony door and said, “Mommy, you and Sera can go to bed first. I’m

“Okay.”

affectionately ruffled her son’s hair, “Hurry up and finish your bath. Don’t play around

“Got it!”

bathroom door

room. She picked up a fairy tale

at the part where the mermaid turned into a human to

pink rabbit-print pajamas leaned against the head of the bed, observing Cherise

to the page with the story about the mermaid and narrated it

Kolson nervously handed tissues to Damien in the black Cayenne parked

“Hmm.”

his coat, wearing