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…

drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets,

found herself encircled by

any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks

a drumstick from even just one person, she would be obliged to accept all the drumsticks

at the

line of people offering her drumsticks extended from the elevator door to the building’s

have to consume these drumsticks for one to

of despair washed over

to eat to her heart’s wishes and the paradoxical situation

“Everyone.”

her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and my wife

table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names,

choice did the people have but to

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

were set down, and

table was overflowing with business cards!

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

couldn’t be frozen

autumn, the lingering summer heat would undoubtedly spoil