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 even adorned with

encircled by

at her with every 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

the

line of people offering her drumsticks extended from the

to consume these drumsticks for

despair washed

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

“Everyone.”

and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and

the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and my wife can choose

but

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

and more

overflowing with business

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

couldn’t be frozen and were challenging

heat would undoubtedly spoil them