Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise felt a warmth enveloping her heart as the man’s deep voice filled the room with its gentle timbre. No one could resist the
soothing resonance of his words. She bit her lip, contemplating. “Well, I suppose it’s not entirely out of the question...” She didn’t
want to dismiss Damien’s suggestion. After all, she was open to trying other ways to regain her memory. She wasn’t willing to
allow Damien to have his way with her.
“But...” She paused, locking eyes with Damien. “My dad just arrived in Adania today, and we’re set to head to Shawbury
tomorrow. I don’t think that’s very nice, is it?” Despite her memory loss, Cherise understood the significance of spending time
with her loved ones.
“He’s leaving tomorrow.”
Cherise’s eyes widened in surprise. “He’s leaving tomorrow?”
“Yes,” Damien affirmed, his gaze slightly distant. “He’s headed to settle some old scores on a Mediterranean island.”
Cherise nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Though she didn’t fully understand what Damien meant by “old scores,” she understood the
gravity of the situation. Beckham had his priorities, and her father’s urgency to resolve the conflict spoke volumes of its
importance to him. As his daughter, she couldn’t stand in his way. She took a deep breath and asked, “How about inviting Dad
for dinner tonight?”
“That’s a great idea,” Damien agreed, nodding. “Why don’t you make some pierogis?” With a playful pinch to Cherise’s cheek, he
added, “Both he and I adore your pierogis.”
Cherise nodded. “Sure!” With that, she ascended the stairs to change. But on the way up, a thought struck her, prompting her to
turn to Damien again. “And what about Sebastian?”
Damien reassured her, understanding her concern. “He won’t come to any harm. Your father has his limits. Although everyone in
Sebastian’s life has abandoned him, his life won’t be in danger. Your father mentioned putting him in a vegetative state, and
that’s precisely what will happen. So, no need to fret.”
Cherise was dumbstruck. Do you think this is reassuring! “I think... it will be challenging to care for Sebastian if he ends up in a
vegetative state,” Cherise noted, her lips pressed together. “Why don’t you just confine him to a mental institution like Ian... It’s
no easy task to care for someone in a vegetative state.”
“That could pose a challenge,” Damien chuckled. “Sebastian is much more cunning than lan. A mental institution won’t be
enough to contain him.”

Cherise had already set the steaming pierogis on the table as the sun dipped below the horizon. This was her first time reuniting
with her dad after her amnesia, and Cherise was meticulous in her preparations. Following Damien’s suggestion, she made
pierogis, her signature salmon dish, and various other dishes.
Standing by the dining table, Cherise surveyed the sumptuous spread and smiled with satisfaction. Despite her memory loss,
she hoped her father could feel her affection for him upon seeing the delectable meal she had prepared.
“I’ll do it.”
Frances understood what Cherise was thinking of and stepped back with a smile. “Sure, Mrs. Lenoir. Please go ahead.”
Taking a deep breath, Cherise hurried to the door with a smile, eager to greet her father. “Dad...”
“Dad?” Lucy’s voice rang when the door opened. She tilted her head, peering at Cherise. “Is Mr. Beckham in Adania?”
Cherise blinked in surprise. “Oh. It’s you.”