Marrying the Man in the Dark

Gwenn commented, “Don’t bother. You and your father have never been on his radar, so anything you say is pointless.”

She looked at Tristan with a subtle stare and continued, “I’m not here for small talk. I’m asking if you will join forces because I can help save your father.”

After a moment, Tristan furrowed his brows and smirked bitterly, “How can I trust you? I can’t just believe you’re reliable because you say so, can I?”

Ever since his father blinded him five years ago, Tristan had lost trust in his own parents, let alone a woman he had never met.

Gwenn stated indifferently, “You just need to tell me if you’re willing or not. I’ll contact you after I rescue your father and let you know what I want you to do.”

Tristan furrowed his brows again, lowering his head to assess the woman, who was a half-head shorter than him.

in a red trench coat and black boots and exuded a cool and refined demeanor. However, her noticeable bosom caught his attention, sending a surge of

much hesitation, he nodded, “Fine. Do I have any other choice? As long

gave Tristan a look, extinguishing the cigarette in her hand, “Good,

and Charles, held hostage by their daughter’s sleep cycle, hurried out after

turned around with a mix of determination and something else flickering in her

said, “Hey, I owe you a big apology for how I treated your mom. I was blind back then, wrapped up in my own family mess. Family has always meant the world to me, so Dame showing you more favor, even over his sister, confused me. But now, I see it clearly. Both of you were never wrong. It was

him off

speaking her truth, joy at the potential

did it. Perhaps her perspective was limited, but her actions stemmed from a genuine desire to do what she thought