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.”

been a good boy, taking excellent care of us over the years because of you.

the house and spends

lost in the

vividly remembered what Damien

manages to find time to revisit the countryside, immersing himself

voice was hoarse, and she croaked, “Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“Aunt Wanda wouldn’t lie

Dame why he would aimlessly sit in your room. Do you know what

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

photos and exploring your belongings, ensuring that he can recognize you

catching the light. “You should appreciate a man who treats you well, Cherise, she remarked, reminiscing.

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

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

lips, visualizing the scene as she listened

“L…”