Chapter 14
Marrying the Man in the Dark
Chapter 14 I Didnât Do Anything Wrong
Lucy didnât finish her sentence.
Because she clearly felt that Damien, next to Cherise, had a strange disposition.
Lucy bit her lips and said goodbye to Cherise before leaving.
Damien was silent on the way back from the school to the villa.
Cherise wanted to say something to Damien a few times but didnât know what to say, so she could only
stay silent.
After returning to the villa, the first thing Cherise did was to put together the torn certificates little by
little.
It wasnât easy to join together the ripped pieces.
Most of the cards and postcards Cheriseâs grandmother had written her were burned and destroyed. It
was difficult to restore them.
Sitting before a desk, Cherise looked at the burned and damaged photo album bitterly. She privately
cursed Tristan repeatedly.
After that, she was about to keep the photo album when a card fell out.
She picked it up and wanted to put it back in but realized something else was stuck to it. It was an old
picture of a boy.
Half the photograph was burned.
Cherise looked at the picture for a long time but couldnât recognize the boy. She carefully put the photo
into the album and kept it.
When she had a chance, she had to ask her grandmother why a picture of someone else was stuck to
a card for her.
When she was done with everything, the sky had darkened.
Frances knocked on the door. âMrs. Lenoir, Old Mr. Lenoir called to ask you and Mr. Lenoir to go to
Lenoir Residence. You should get ready.â
Cherise raised her eyes to look at the time. It was already eight oâclock at night. Grandpa wantsus to go
there now?
She vaguely felt a bad premonition in her heart.
When Cherise had changed her clothes, Damien was already waiting for her in the car.
âGrandpa wants us to go there so late at night⦠Does it have anything to do with what happened with
Tristan today?â
She asked cautiously when she entered the car,
âNaturally.â
Damienâs deep voice was intertwined with disappointment and frustration. âI told people will blame you
for Tristanâs injury.â
you that
many
After that, he turned his head to look at her. His eyes were covered by black silk. âAre
you
afraid?â
âNo.â
Cherise shook her head. âI didnât do anything wrong.â
âMany things canât be reduced to being right or wrong.â
Damien shook his head as though annoyed and amused by her answer. âCherise, is your world so
simple that itâs limited to right or wrong?â
Cherise nodded. âAnything that isnât right is wrong, and vice versa. Isnât the world like that?â
âMy teacher said no one cares about your mental process during exams. The grader only looks at the
final answer. The right answer is correct, and the wrong answer is incorrect.â
Sheâs as innocent as an ignorant child. No. Perhaps Cherise is an ignorant child.
Damien sighed indifferently and reached out to stroke her soft hair. âPeople with personalities like yours
are quite hard to come by
â
Cherise didnât know if he was praising or belittling her, so she was sullen and silent.
The car quickly arrived at Lenoir Residence.
It was past nine oâclock at night. Ordinarily, Lenoir Residenceâs lights would be turned off at this time,
but it was brightly lit tonight.
When Cherise pushed Damienâs wheelchair into Lenoir Residence, Tristan sat on the couch, covering
his chest bound in gauze as Wanda fed him fruits.
Tristan started crying crocodile tears when he saw Cherise. âGrandpa, you must bring her to justiceâ¦â
Wanda also started crying. âDad, the messenger of bad luck is here. You must bring her to justiceâ¦â
The two were howling and bawling exaggeratedly as though their loved one had suddenly passed
away.
At that moment, Old Mr. Lenoir sat at the side, playing chess with Raymond. When the mother and son
started wailing, Old Mr. Lenoir lost control of the chess piece in his hands and placed it in the wrong
position. Raymond captured Old Mr. Lenoirâs king mercilessly.
âI won again.â
Raymond laughed lightly and called out to Old Mr. Lenoir. âDamien and Cherise are here, Dad. Itâs time
for you to get down to business.â
Old Mr. Lenoir looked up at Cherise, who was pushing Damien in. He frowned ever so slightly.
He moved his legs and rose. His voice was as loud as a bell. âCome with me.â
Old Mr. Lenoir led them to a room at the end of the second floor.
When the butler opened the door, Cherise realized it was a gigantic memorial hall. Various plaques
were inside.
âCherise Shaw.â
Old Mr. Lenoir called out.
âYes, Grandpa.â
Cherise answered as she loosened her grip on the wheelchair.
âCome here and kneel!â
Old Mr. Lenoir said coldly, pointing to a mat next to him.
Although Cherise didnât know what he meant, she did it obediently out of her respect for an elder.
The moment she knelt down, she clearly sensed Wanda smiling. Wanda seemed very pleased with
herself.
âCrack!â
The next moment, the butler at the side took out a whip and swung it fiercely on Cheriseâs back.
Because of the sharp and raw pain, Cherise almost couldnât stay in position.
She bit her lips, and her voice was weak. âGrandpa, I donât know what I did wrong to bear such a
punishment.â
âYou donât know what you did wrong?â
As Wanda stood at the side, her voice suddenly went up three octaves. âFirst, you seduced Tristan.
After that, he didnât give in to you, so you hurt him!â
Wanda gritted her teeth. âYou just married Damien, and then you seduced his cousin. Are you so
shameless to tell me you donât know what you did wrong?!â
Cherise smiled while enduring the severe pain. âAunt Wanda, you say I seduced Tristan, but do you
have proof?â
âDo I need proof?â
Wanda snorted coldly. âEveryone at the scene can testify for Tristan!â
As she spoke, she glared coldly at the butler holding the whip. âWhat are you waiting for? Hit her!â
Upon hearing it, the butler swung the whip on Cheriseâs back as it cracked.
With just two strikes of the whip, the white Tâshirt on Cherise tore from the force and exposed her raw
flesh. It was clear that the butler was whipping Cherise with much strength.
Cherise stayed kneeling on the floor and didnât avoid the severe beating.
She groaned dully. âI didnât seduce Tristan or deliberately hurt him.â
âYou stupid, stubborn girl!â
Wanda glared straight at her before glancing at the butler holding the whip. âContinue!â
âWait a moment.â
Upon seeing that the butler was about to whip Cherise for the third time, the silent Damien said
indifferently, âGrandpa didnât say a word, but you kept whipping her.â
âAre you supposed to obey Grandpa or Aunt Wanda?â