Marrying the Man in the Dark

“Lucy!”
“Lucy!”
The villa’s door swung open, and Serafina and Soren dashed in, their excitement palpable.
They rushed forward, embracing Lucy one after the other. “Long time no see.”
“Lucy! I missed you so much!”
Trailing behind the two children, four-and-a-half-year-old Alexis greeted Lucy politely and gentlemanly. “Lucy, hello.”
His soft, slightly mature voice tugged at Lucy’s heartstrings.
She smiled softly, squatting down to observe the little boy before her.
With his round face and distinct features, he radiated with childhood innocence. His dark eyes, framed by long, curly lashes, held
a clarity and purity that captivated her.
Lucy gazed at the little boy before her, resembling a porcelain doll with his innocent features, evoking a gentle smile on her lips.
“You have a remarkable resemblance to me when I was your age,” Lucy remarked, her tone soft yet contemplative.
“Remember to be wise in your decisions,” she advised, offering guidance to the young boy.
“Try not to worry Damien and Cherise too much; maintain peace with your siblings,” she urged, voicing a touch of maternal
concern.
“May happiness accompany you always,” Lucy concluded, expressing her heartfelt wishes for his happiness and well-being.
After bidding her farewell, Lucy rose to her feet and left.
Alexis remained rooted in place, silently observing her departure.
Clad in a khaki windbreaker, Lucy’s long hair trailed behind her as she opened the door.
The rush of wind tousled her hair, lending her an air of desolate yet intellectual charm.
This...

This was the motherly image Alexis had often imagined in his heart.
Lost in thought, he contemplated Lucy’s departure.
In contrast to the innocent and charming Cherise, he found himself drawn to Lucy’s mature and
“Isn’t my Godmother beautiful?” Serafina beamed proudly, standing before Alexis. “My Godmother is the most beautiful woman
I’ve ever seen, besides my mom!”
Alexis nodded in agreement. “So... does your Godmother have children?”
Serafina furrowed her brow. “I don’t know.”
Meanwhile, having forgotten Serafina’s school bag in the car, Cherise returned to retrieve it after the children entered the house.
Upon her return, she unexpectedly bumped into Lucy.
She blinked at Lucy, a flicker of recognition dancing in her eyes, though she couldn’t quite place it.
Lucy’s mood, influenced by Damien’s mention of Lennon, prevented her from engaging in deep conversation with Cherise.
Instead, she exchanged only brief greetings, “Cherise,” before briskly walking towards the parking lot.
Cherise watched Lucy’s departure, struggling to regain her composure.
“Lucy!”
As she finally matched the woman’s face with the photo she had seen in the study, Lucy had already driven off, leaving Cherise
feeling helpless.
She sighed and retrieved her school bag, returning to the villa with a dejected expression.
“Wasn’t that Lucy just now?” Cherise asked Damien cautiously, pursing her lips.
“Yes,” Damien confirmed.
Cherise’s confusion deepened. “But isn’t she supposed to be my good friend? Why did she just greet me and leave?”
“She came here to see me, didn’t she?”

“No.”
Damien offered Cherise a small bottle from the coffee table with a faint smile. “Take this,” he said.
Cherise was taken aback. “But I’m not ill.”
“It’s a detoxifier,” Damien explained with a faint smile, addressing Cherise’s concerns about her “poisoning.” “Having such toxins
in your body is never beneficial.”