Marrying the Man in the Dark

As she mulled over her predicament, Cherise couldn’t help but bury her face in her hands, grappling with uncertainty. It seemed she had inadvertently dug herself into a hole and leaped right in.

Meanwhile, Damien had slipped into the car from the other side. He settled beside her, radiating warmth that gently brushed against her cheeks. Cherise felt the heat rising in her face.

“Why are you blushing?” Damien’s sudden inquiry caught her off guard, his dark eyes gleaming as he playfully surveyed her flushed cheeks. “Let me guess why you’re rosy-cheeked, Mrs. Lenoir.” He teased her playfully. “Are you already thinking about our evening plans, Mrs. Lenoir?”

Cherise remained silent momentarily, her mind racing to find the right words. “I… I didn’t mean to suggest anything inappropriate earlier,” she stammered, her cheeks burning under the weight of his intense gaze. “I… I didn’t mean anything of the sort!”

reacting like this with Damien after

reproaching yourself for losing your composure. Am I right, Mrs. Lenoir?” His voice sent shivers down her spine as he whispered into her ear. “But fret not, Mrs. Lenoir. Regardless if you’ve lost your memory, you always find a way to engage in these

the outcome of her abrupt action. When she turned in that split

Countless images of her and Damien kissing flashed through her mind. There were tender, gentle, intense, and passionate kisses. She was stunned by the flood of emotions accompanying each memory. In those mental images, she felt the overwhelming depth

had kissed him like this. Driven by