Marrying the Man in the Dark

“It was Mr. Belcourt!” someone blurted out, shaking his head helplessly. “He’s got a temper like a volcano! Apart from the president, nobody in the company dares to cross him!”

“Mr. Dultch came up with this weird idea to test the temper of every big shot in the company.

guess who’s Supposed to help us figure out who to handle with kid gloves when assigning tasks… and the most untouchable? Yep, Mr. Belcourt…”

Before the person could finish, Mr. Dultch glared and shooed him away. “Get back to work! Mrs. Lenoir, don’t pay attention to his rambling.”

Cherise was floored by their bizarre logic. “So… your test concludes that I’m cool as a cucumber, huh?”

Mr. Dultch grinned. “Yep, you’ve got quite the cool head. But don’t worry, we’ll do our best not to ruffle your feathers…”

Cherise was left speechless. She had unwittingly discovered such a peculiar department existed in Damien’s company!

office from HR, it was already eleven in

the thick employee code of conduct given by Mr. Dultch. Damien was at his

the door, he glanced up with a smile. The HR are a bunch

grumbled as she unloaded the items from her arms onto the office desk. “Can you believe it? Each of them insisted on getting my autograph. And after I obliged, they had the

wasted, leaving her feeling

approaching with a grin as he guided her to the nearby sofa. As he eased off her shoes, he added casually, “Mr. Dultch can be a bit mischievous. But honestly,

with me around, who’d dare to mess with you?” His warm hand gently massaged her swollen

remained silent, and her lips pursed

to her swollen ankle,

Cherise replied, smiling. Before she could

from Sales. The manager asked me to bring these documents to you,” a voice outside the door sounded genuinely