Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise found herself at a loss for words.

Unable to articulate her turmoil to the child, she simply nodded silently, bowing her head as she retched.

Outside the bathroom, Alexis leaned against the door, his expression fraught with concern. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he inquired softly.

“Mr. Lenoir.”

In the living room below, Sebastian sat with calculated composure, sipping the tea Frances had laid on the coffee table-his gaze, icy and unwavering, was fixated on Damien.

“It’s been a few days, Mr. Lenoir,” Sebastian remarked coolly. “How have you been?”

Damien’s lip curled in disdain as he regarded Sebastian. “Do you concern yourself with my well-being?”

“Perhaps you’re hoping I’ve been faring poorly,” he mused. “Isn’t it?”

With an indifferent yawn, Damien continued, “If you have something to say, speak it plainly. Otherwise, the Lenoir household does not need unwelcome guests.”

threat,

your manners leave much to be desired,” he remarked mildly. “But that’s of little consequence.”

her

acknowledgment, handing Sebastian a small bottle.

table with a graceful flourish, his gaze unwaveringly cold as it fixed upon Damien. “Mr. Lenoir, allow me to present to you the antidote for the poison afflicting Cherise,” he announced calmly, his tone betraying none of

on the table, though he made no move to touch

ingredients are indeed antidotal,” Sebastian affirmed,

understand Cherise’s friend Lucy has returned to Adania. She possesses expertise in

Sebastian with suspicion, his expression guarded. “And are you being sincere in

his smile

son under your care, it’s imperative that we maintain an amicable

eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Sebastian’s claim. “Your son?” he

confirmed, his

morning, my sister retrieved him from the orphanage, only for him to vanish without a trace. In Adania, you

skepticism was palpable as he scrutinized Sebastian’s words. “You are saying that Alexis is your son?” he challenged, his voice tinged with