MARRYING THE MAN IN THE DARK - Season 1 Episode 53

Cherise’s eyes flashed with darkness when she checked the date on her phone.

It was Friday. She had to attend the advanced mathematics class conducted by a “drill sergeant” and a

physics class that she couldn’t wrap her head around.

Her advanced mathematics class would have ended by now, while her physics class was just about to

start.

She softly growled in dread before getting out of bed to tidy herself up.

She recalled Damien being in a bad mood the day before, having asked her to clean him. repeatedly.

She obeyed his orders regardless of his pointless persistence.

However, she couldn’t recall anything that happened after.

Cherise saw her haggard face in the mirror and sighed deeply. As expected, she had been too relaxed since starting college.

When she lived in the rural areas, she had done farming, which was much more tiring. than everything

she had to go through the past few days. But she had never seen herself look this haggard before.

She wasn’t sure what happened after, but she could piece it together.

Damien must have let her sleep after she fainted from exhaustion and had the maids. carry her to bed.

Her smile widened at the thought.

After all, it seemed like her husband was a pretty nice guy despite his cold demeanor.

Damien was clearly in a bad mood yesterday but still let her stay asleep and had the maids carry her to

bed.

He can be pretty gentle.

Cherise was a simple-minded young lady. She didn’t need much to make her happy.

Her lips curled into a warm smile as she walked down the stairs.

Damien leaned on the sofa in the living room, savoring his cup of tea.

A man in a white shirt sat beside him, rambling about the rumors surrounding the Lenoir family.

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“Tristan is a laughing stock in the elite social class now,” he said.

“He’s almost thirty and the eldest grandson of the Lenoir family, but he managed to embarrass himself

within days of taking over a new company!”

“And that’s not all. He got into a car accident á few days ago and hurt himself in the…well, you know. I

don’t think he’ll be able to touch a woman for at least half a year. Karma, I tell

you.”

Jacob was so engrossed in his conversation that he didn’t notice Cherise standing at the bottom of the

stairs.

With his eyes covered by a black silk scarf, the man tilted his head slightly and spoke in a cold voice.

“You’re awake.”

He was evidently addressing Cherise.

Cherise smiled politely, but her eyes were wary. “Yes, I’m awake.”

Jacob finally noticed her.

He scrutinized the girl at the stairs from head to toe. “You look even more beautiful now than when you

were asleep.”

Unaware of the stranger’s identity in the living room, Cherise cautiously said, “You are…”

“Jacob Caldwell, my private doctor.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Caldwell, Cherise greeted, walking over to the sofa and refilling Damien’s tea.

“Why are you here?” she asked. “Is Damien not feeling well?”

Jacob almost choked on his tea. “Why would you think that?” he asked.

She was the one who ended up fainting from exhaustion, and the first thing she asked in the morning

was whether Damien was unwell.

Damien rolled his eyes from under the silk cover. “Dr. Caldwell is here for my regular health checkup,”

he interjected, answering her curiosities.

Cherise nodded in understanding. “Oh, I see,” she muttered.

She then placed the cup of tea in front of Damien before inquiring, “How are the results? Is everything

okay?”