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…

artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some

herself encircled by

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

she would be obliged to accept

the crowd before

drumsticks extended from the elevator door to the

she might have to consume these drumsticks for one to two years….

despair washed over

to her heart’s wishes and the

“Everyone.”

her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic,

set down the drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will

but to comply with

the pristine table, followed by leaving their business cards on top

were set down, and more and more

overflowing with business

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

frozen and were challenging to

heat would undoubtedly spoil them within a