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!

was writing quietly beside

vantage point, she could only catch a glimpse of Cherise’s profile-attentive

her so

such distracting thoughts. It wasn’t the time for distractions. She

minutes later, just as Candace was beginning to find her groove and put pen

find Cherise finished all five pages of her A4 paper neatly filled with writing.

eyes. How had Cherise managed to transcribe everything so quickly? And did the page count match exactly what

blurted out, “This is

that she, a doctor unfamiliar with the document’s subject matter, could complete it quickly. It had to be a sham, a random

with this

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