Marrying the Man in the Dark

“Why don’t you ask him yourself when Mr. Lenoir returns for lunch?”

Cherise pursed her lips and could only nod in agreement as she continued to learn to make pierogis. Although she lost her memory, she still had muscle memory. After ruining over a dozen pierogis, Cherise mastered the trick of proficiently making pierogis. She gradually got faster and made decent pierogis. Frances was stunned. Isn’t… this how Mrs. Lenoir used to make pierogis? She’s as good as she was back then!

The pierogis were cooked at eleven o’clock. At twenty minutes past eleven, the steaming hot pierogis were served to the table. Five minutes after that, Damien’s car stopped outside Lenoir Manor. The man exited the vehicle, opened the trunk, and carried out a bouquet of ninety-nine roses as he walked into the house.

“Honey! You’re back!” When Cherise heard the car stopping, she rushed to the door. As she opened the door with a smile, the first thing she saw was the red roses in front of her. The woman’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Each rose was a crimson red and even had fresh dew on it. The scene before Cherise made her go slightly weak. She had never imagined receiving such a romantic gift like the main character of a

her. “This is for you. Do you like it?” Cherise pursed her lips. She was so nervous that she was briefly rendered speechless. Ultimately, she

it,

five years ago. Back then, she was also constantly in a daze. Cherise was clueless and just listened to everything he said without questioning him. She believed him when he told her he was disabled. When he told her that his

foolish. However, Damien wasn’t very romantic in the past. Moreover, he made her suffer a lot. Perhaps it’s good she lost her memory. Do I have another