Marrying the Man in the Dark

A slight figure lay beneath the covers in the dimly illuminated room, her features concealed from sight. The man chuckled softly. He knew she was awake but approached the bed quietly, settling himself on the edge. Tenderly, he brushed his fingers through her hair, offering a gentle pat on her shoulder.

“Lucy filled me in,” he began, reassuring her gently. “Since you still remember Jan, I’ll arrange for you to meet him tomorrow… in hopes of sparking some memories of him within you. Perhaps it’ll awaken memories of me as well.” After that, he tucked her in with care. “Recovering your memories takes time, so prepare yourself for a prolonged battle.”

Cherise, inexplicably sensing an ache in her heart, felt her pulse quicken. She slowly felt herself caring more for Damien…. Yet, Cherise maintained her façade of slumber, unwilling to put aside her pride. After all, she was stubborn and spoke to him coldly the day prior.

she couldn’t bring herself to face him. Though Damien remained silent, she imagined

at Damien’s lips. He was amused seeing her oblivious state, lost in her imagination. Nevertheless, he decided against exposing her charade. Instead, he spoke softly, “I’ll

her hair. “Starting tomorrow, I’ll take you back to Shawbury and revisit your old high school grounds.” He let out a soft sigh. “I’m also curious about your high school days. We only met when you were twenty, so I

wasn’t immune, even if she had lost her memory. Seeing such warmth and sincerity from a usually reserved man was enough to move any woman. In the dim room,