Marrying the Man in the Dark

“So, this must be Auntie.”

Soren and Sera affectionately clung to Elvis, persistently requesting stories from Cherise’s childhood.

Elvis held Sera in his arms and took Soren by the hand. He told them stories about Cherise’s joyful childhood in the countryside, which he knew well.

“Uncle Shaw hasn’t changed and hasn’t aged a bit.”

In the kitchen, Cherise, immersed in preparing dinner, couldn’t help but interject.

“Really? Can’t you see how much I’ve aged?”

Sarah chuckled as she sorted vegetables, “Cherise, why don’t you consider staying longer?”

Cherise paused in her vegetable preparation; her hand lingered under the water. “I’m still unsure.”

“What’s holding you back?”

Sarah glanced at her. “You’re not getting any younger, and your child is already grown. Stop hesitating.”

years because of you. He’s been searching for you for five

house and spends the entire day in

in your diary, another lost in the pages of your

remembered what Damien was like

Lenoir, juggling numerous responsibilities, he manages to find time to revisit the countryside, immersing himself in

holding vegetables, paused. Her voice was hoarse, and she croaked, “Really?”

“Absolutely.”

wouldn’t

he would aimlessly sit in your room.

absence, he might forget your face and scent, like many who lose the image of a

spends time looking at your photos and exploring your belongings, ensuring that he can recognize you instantly if he comes across you

should appreciate a

sitting in your room, a long queue of employees is waiting outside

patiently for him to return to reality and leave- the room. Only after that do

her lips, visualizing the scene as she listened

“L…”