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…

of drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some even

found herself encircled by

any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks looked so succulent, and the smell and sight of them were an invitation

just one person, she

the crowd before

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

she might have to consume these drumsticks for one to two

despair washed

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

“Everyone.”

refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and my wife is having trouble

your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and my wife

choice did the people have but

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

and more and more

table was overflowing

the crowd dispersed, Cherise massaged her temples, pondering what to do with the abundance

be frozen and were challenging

the approaching autumn, the lingering summer heat would