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

spends the entire day in

lost in the

remembered what Damien was

the esteemed Mr. Lenoir, juggling numerous responsibilities, he manages to find time to revisit the countryside, immersing himself in the remnants of

voice was hoarse, and she croaked,

“Absolutely.”

“Aunt Wanda wouldn’t lie to you.”

he would aimlessly sit in

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

your photos and exploring your belongings, ensuring that he can recognize you instantly if he comes across you in a

the distance, her white hair catching the light. “You should appreciate a man who treats you well,

know he’s busy, sometimes, while sitting in your room, a long queue of employees

him to return to reality and leave- the room. Only after that do the employees approach

lips, visualizing the scene as she

“L…”