Marrying the Man in the Dark

“Not really.”
Cherise tilted her head in an innocent manner. “Aren’t you here today to watch the children perform?”
“I dressed like this today to appear younger so that the children may find me more approachable.”
After speaking, she looked up and down at Hilda, “But Mrs. Parkson, with all this fur and leather boots...”
“To us adults, it may symbolize wealth and nobility, but to the children, fur and leather boots are just pieces of dead animals-
they’d be terrified.”
Hilda’s mouth clamped as she fixed her eyes on Cherise, her face turning red from anger.
She snorted coldly, “I’ve heard that Mrs. Lenoir is charming and elegant, but I didn’t expect her mouth to be so vile and
unladylike.”
“That’s because you’re out of touch.”
Cherise’s smile deepened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Perhaps Mrs. Parkson’s energy is all spent on scheming and dealing
with mistresses, so she can’t be bothered to listen to someone like me.”
“I understand; I share my sympathies for your loss.”
With that, she turned to smile at Mrs. Lydia. “Isn’t it time? I can’t wait to see the children’s performance!”
She pointed to the camera equipment on her back, “I brought my camera equipment to capture the children’s performance and
show it to Sera at home so that she can learn from it!”
“Then let’s all go in, let’s go in!”
Mrs. Lydia smiled and led a group of women into the building.
At the entrance of the small auditorium, Hilda stomped her foot fiercely after being pushed by the crowd, cursing viciously at
everyone.
“Sir, should I let Blake deal with her?” Mr. Hampson asked quietly from the car not far from the auditorium.

“No need,” replied Damien calmly. “You have to believe that the current Mrs. Lenoir does have the ability to deal with these
women.”
“There’s no need to intervene.”
With that, he shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back on the leather seat, the voice of Cherise from yesterday
echoing in his ears after learning the truth.
“Why? Just because Sebastian said something, it must be true?”
“Just because it hasn’t happened, doesn’t mean it has. It was his own foolish mistake that he gave you the ten billion. How can
that be proof that I slept with him?”
“So if I donate money to an orphanage tomorrow, does that mean I slept with the orphanage director?”
“If I give money to those in need, does that mean I’ve slept with everyone on the streets? What kind of logic is this?”
“I’ve decided, honey, don’t go tomorrow.”
“I want to see how wicked these people’s hearts can be!”
Remembering her indignant appearance yesterday, Damien raised a corner of his lips and smiled faintly, softly chuckling to
himself.
The current Cherise is just like the one who, in the garden of the Lenoir Residence, vowed to him that she would protect him for
a lifetime.
She has always been so energetic, silly, and naive in front of acquaintances, smart and protective in front of strangers.
Time has smoothed her edges, and amnesia has brought back everything she lost.
Cherise followed behind Mrs. Lydia and entered the auditorium.
Inside the auditorium, there were rows of small chairs.
Perhaps because the orphanage had limited funds, it looked a bit shabby here.

But even though some of the furniture had worn out, there was a touch of life and love within everything, proof that they had
been used with care.
Everything here was clean and tidy; they probably just cleaned in the morning.
The wealthy ladies around her whispered and remarked condescendingly upon the furniture. Not giving a second thought,
Cherise walked past them and casually found a seat.
“Please be patient. The children are still getting ready and the performance will start soon!”
Standing on top of the stage with a microphone, Mrs. Lydia smiled and explained, “Apologies, not all the guests have arrived
yet.”
After saying that, her phone rang.