Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise pursed her lips, puzzled by Damien’s strange behavior that night.

She pushed open the door in front of her, taking the lead as she stepped into the elevator.

However, to her surprise, after stepping out when she reached the first floor, she found herself surrounded by a crowd of people.

“Mrs. Lenoir! This is a small token of apology from our newspaper to you!”

“Mrs. Lenoir, we have prepared a gift for you that we hope you will like! Please accept it!”

“Mrs. Lenoir…”

Amidst the chorus of “Mrs. Lenoir,” a tantalizing aroma of drumsticks wafted through the air…

Cherise furrowed her brow, noticing that each person in the crowd was holding a large bouquet.

However, these bouquets were not filled with flowers.

Instead, they were packed with drumsticks.

Grilled, fried, and coated with various sauces and seasonings…

arranged to resemble bouquets, some even adorned with

herself encircled by

inch of her body, threatening to overthrow any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks looked so succulent, and the

even just one person, she would be

the crowd before her.

extended from the elevator door to the building’s entrance.

these drumsticks for one to two

sense of despair washed over

and a desire to eat to her heart’s wishes and the paradoxical situation because she was unable

“Everyone.”

Cherise hesitated between acceptance and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly

you set down the drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and

people have but to

ensued as the individuals placed their large drumsticks bouquets on the pristine table, followed by leaving their

and more drumsticks were set down, and more and more

table was overflowing

Cherise massaged her temples, pondering what to do with the abundance of drumsticks.

frozen and were challenging to

heat would undoubtedly spoil them within