Marrying the Man in the Dark

“Lucy!”

“Lucy!”

The villa’s door swung open, and Serafina and Soren dashed in, their excitement palpable.

They rushed forward, embracing Lucy one after the other. “Long time no see.”

“Lucy! I missed you so much!”

Trailing behind the two children, four-and-a-half-year-old Alexis greeted Lucy politely and gentlemanly. “Lucy, hello.”

His soft, slightly mature voice tugged at Lucy’s heartstrings.

She smiled softly, squatting down to observe the little boy before her.

With his round face and distinct features, he radiated with childhood innocence. His dark eyes, framed by long, curly lashes, held a clarity and purity that captivated her.

Lucy gazed at the little boy before her, resembling a porcelain doll with his innocent features, evoking a gentle smile on her lips.

“You have a remarkable resemblance to me when I was your age,” Lucy remarked, her tone soft yet contemplative.

be wise in your decisions,” she advised,

too much; maintain peace with your

accompany you always,” Lucy concluded, expressing her heartfelt wishes for his happiness and

farewell, Lucy rose to her

rooted in place, silently observing her

a khaki windbreaker, Lucy’s long hair trailed behind her as

rush of wind tousled her hair, lending her an

This…

was the motherly image Alexis had often imagined

in thought, he

to the innocent and charming Cherise, he found himself drawn to Lucy’s mature

before Alexis. “My Godmother is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever

“So… does your Godmother have children?”

furrowed her brow. “I

returned to

her return, she unexpectedly bumped into

a flicker of recognition dancing in her eyes, though

in deep conversation with Cherise.

Lucy’s departure, struggling to regain her composure.