Marrying the Man in the Dark

Jacob emitted a quiet sound of acknowledgment, and his lips pressed together in a tight line as he nodded.

“Fair enough,” Lennon conceded. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before announcing. “I’ll gather my belongings and seek refuge at Lenoir Manor.”

Surprise flickered across Jacob’s features, and Damien interjected, “There’s no vacancy.”

“I’ll crash on the couch,” Lennon retorted, determination lacing his words.

“I’d rather let a stray dog crash on my couch,” Damien countered.

Lennon fell into a tense silence, grappling with the turn of events. Frustration bubbled within him. “D*mn it!” He hurled the pen from his grasp, watching it clatter against the floor. “Damien, are we even friends?” he seethed.

brow wrinkling. Lucy’s warning echoed in his mind, her words from her last visit haunting him. “Don’t breathe a word to Lennon that I’ve been here. If you do, I’ll never return, even if Cherise is

eyes with Lennon, his expression unwavering. “She’s made it clear she doesn’t want any encounters with you,” he declared firmly. “Even if you can’t confront her here, you can still catch a glimpse of her from a distance outside. But if you do show up, she won’t return to Adania again,

Lennon offered a bitter smile on the video call, his voice tinged with desolation. “We

his tone weighted with emotion. “Let me correct you. You don’t love each other, he began. She loved you unconditionally, only to be left high and dry in the

shot up, his eyes brimming with anguish. “What have I done to her?!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion. “That’s not

love her, why stay with her? And if you were with her, why not implement any precautions?” As a

interjected icily before Jacob could conclude. “You’re not privy to the whole story, so hold your

always… actually…” he began, trailing off. After a moment of silence, Lennon mustered a bitter smile and shook his head.