Marrying the Man in the Dark

Candace furrowed her brow, tapping her hands on her thighs.

Meanwhile, Cherise lowered her head, delicately playing with a pen. Little did she know, the pen belonged to Damien and was worth millions.

Cherise had no inkling of its value; she simply found it visually appealing. She twirled the pen around, idly toying with it from different angles.

Once Lennon finished reading the five-page document, Cherise opened the pen and glanced at him. “Can I start writing now?”

Lennon nodded. “Yes, go ahead.”

Cherise took the A4 paper handed to her by Damien and began carefully writing each word and sentence.

Meanwhile, Candace was far from at ease.

Despite her confidence in her remarkable memory, she hadn’t anticipated Lennon uncovering such a complex and obscure document. Five pages devoured in one go! How could she possibly recall it all? She wasn’t some memory prodigy!

glanced at Cherise, who was writing quietly beside

could only catch a glimpse of Cherise’s profile-attentive and unassuming,

her so much,”

shook off such distracting thoughts. It wasn’t the time for distractions. She refocused on the document Lennon had just reviewed, diligently attempting

minutes later, just as Candace was beginning to find her groove and put pen to paper, Lennon’s abrupt announcement shattered her concentration. “Time’s

all five pages of her A4 paper neatly filled with

managed to transcribe everything so

blurted out, “This is impossible!

could Cherise have accomplished this feat? It seemed inconceivable that she, a doctor unfamiliar with the document’s subject matter,

surged with this

a scornful look at the paper in front of Cherise. “Mrs. Lenoir, you wrote that so hastily, almost as if you weren’t paying attention. This