Marrying the Man in the Dark

Yolanda furrowed her brow, contemplating Sebastian’s words and finding some semblance of logic in them.
Her brother had indeed been involved in numerous flings, frequently changing partners, yet he never managed to maintain a
long-term relationship.
Consequently, the chances of him fathering a child were relatively low.
“But what if?” she voiced her concern, her mind swirling with possibilities.
Sebastian’s smirk was self-assured as he replied, “I always use protection. I’m not like that reckless Alain, seeking pleasure and
ending up in accidents.”
Yolanda’s complexion paled at the mention of their father’s indiscretions with other women.
If it weren’t for their father’s actions, the Weiss family wouldn’t have had someone like Sebastian.
Now, he used this fact to taunt their father.
“But if Alexis isn’t your son, why mention it to)Damien?” Yolanda pressed, seeking clarification.
“Just to disgust him,” Sebastian retorted with a smirk, his gaze distant and inscrutable.
Yolanda pursed her lips, unsatisfied with his answer “Is that all?”
“You don’t need to know,” Sebastian replied dismissively.
As the clock struck five in the afternoon, Lucy made her arrival at Lenoir Residence, bearing a medication test report and a DNA
test application.
“The medication has been confirmed as safe,” Lucy declared confidently, setting the report on the table before Damien.
“Sebastian was telling the truth. Its ingredients can effectively neutralize the ‘toxins’ in Cherise’s body.”
Placing another report in front of Damien, Lucy continued, “You’ve been misled. The medication Sebastian administered to
Cherise is detectable but technically harmless. In other words, it wasn’t poison-it had no adverse effects whatsoever. Sebastian
likely concocted the illusion of poisoning Cherise out of fear of you.”

Sitting stoically on the sofa, Damien studied the report in his hand. “That makes sense,” he acknowledged. “if Jacob hadn’t found
any evidence of poisoning in Cherise’s body, I wouldn’t have believed he had harmed her. And at the bar that day, I wouldn’t
have merely shot his leg.”
Lucy frowned, pressing further. “What if you had known Cherise wasn’t poisoned by him that day? What would you have done?”
Damien’s gaze sharpened. “I would have ended him.”
“You’re still not composed enough,” Lucy remarked, shaking her head with a tinge of frustration.
“Cherise used to praise you as the epitome of composure and self-control. Now it seems her perception was clouded by love.”
A faint smile ghosted across Damien’s lips. “It’s not about composure-it’s about reacting appropriately to different
circumstances.”
With a touch of melancholy, he rose and approached the window, gazing out at the fading leaves. “If you were in this situation
now, I believe Lennon wouldn’t exhibit the composure you deem necessary.”
Lucy’s brows furrowed deeply as she shot Damien a piercing glare.
“Don’t dare to compare Cherise’s situation to mine!” she retorted sharply.
“The dynamics between Lennon and I vastly differ from yours and Cherise’s!”
Damien’s lips curved into a cold smile as he met her gaze with unyielding determination. “Vastly different?” he echoed, his tone
laced with sarcasm.
“Is it that Lennon doesn’t care for you enough, or perhaps you don’t care for him enough? Or could it be that there was never a
child between you
A wave of emotion swept over Lucy’s features, her expression contorted with pain.
“Don’t bring up that child,” she snapped, he voice trembling with suppressed anguish.
Five years ago, after a night fueled by alcohol, she had indeed shared a relationship with Lennon.
And yes, she had been carrying his child.

But that child had been cruelly taken away by Lennon himself, shattering any possibility of reconciliation between them!
The impossibility of their relationship had solidified at that moment, and Lucy harbored no forgiveness nor any intention of
starting anew with Lennon!