Chapter 202
Marrying the Man in the Dark
Chapter 202 Damien Felt Powerless
Cherise sprawled over the table and pried. âWhat kind of bet was it?â
âA.. heartbreaking one.â
Lennon closed his eyes, and the memories from twelve years ago flooded back to him.
A young boy stood on the third-floor balcony, grinning at him. âDo you think that after I jump from here,
no one from the Lenoir family will come to check on me?â
Troubled by his adoption by the Lenoir family, Lennon shook his head. âNo way.â
âUs adopted kids get ignored. Youâre their biological child; they canât be indifferent to your safety.â
That year, Lennon was determined that once he found his real family, he would find love and warmth.
He firmly believed that all family members cared for one another.
âLetâs bet.â
The fourteen-year-old boy turned to Lennon, the wind lifting his white shirt, making him look lonely and
frail.
âWhat are we betting on?â
âIf I jump and get injured, and within half a month, no one from the Lenoir family comes to see me, then
you can stop searching for your real family and stay back in Europe with me.â
Lennon nodded. âAlright.â
Later, Damien actually took the plunge. Lennon frantically went out of his way to inform the Lenoir
family.
The outcome? One day had passed, then two, and even a week turned into two, but the Lenoir family
remained indifferent to Damienâs injury.
Those distant memories made Lennon sigh softly. âBe good to Damien; heâs been through a lot.â
After his words met silence, Lennon turned to find Cherise asleep on the table.
Simultaneously, he heard a car stopping downstairs. Looking down from the balcony, he spotted. a
figure in black. A man whistled and approached him, saying, âI never thought that in my lifetime, Iâd get
to witness you driving.â
Damien gave him a disdainful look. âWhere is she?â
Lennon nodded toward the balcony with a slight nod of his head. âShe just dozed off.â
âYou brought her out to the balcony right after it rained?â
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The man shot Lennon a disapproving glance and walked onto the balcony.
There, a young woman lay on the table, sleeping soundly. Her long eyelashes concealed her eyes,
exuding beautiful grace. Damien sighed, wiped away her tear stains with his hand, and sighed.
helplessly.
He picked Cherise up and wanted to carry her back to the car
Lennon lazily leaned against the door. âItâs quite late; are you taking her back now?â
âI think itâs best not to. Both of you can stay here tonight. Whatever needs sorting out can wait until
tomorrow.â
Damien furrowed his brow, pondered momentarily, and carried Cherise to the master bedroom.
Lennon was dumbfounded. He trailed behind Damien. âHey! Can you show some guest etiquette? The
master bedroom is mine! I have guest rooms here! You should pick one of the guest rooms instead!â
The man looked at him coldly. âThe guest roomâs bed is too small.â
Lennon rolled his eyes, âThe guest roomâs bed is not that small. Itâs enough for the two of you!â
âShe tosses and turns in her sleep.
Damien elegantly wiped away the tears on her face with a damp towel. âItâs not spacious enough for
her to toss and turn.â
Lennon was dumbfounded. So, the Lenoir familyâs bed is spacious enough for her to toss and turn in?
Geez, itâs his wifeâs peculiar habit. Whatâs it gotta do with me?
âYouâre seriously griping about my beds being too small for your liking?â
Lennon didnât say anything more for the sake of his tenfold salary and made his way to the guest room
in his own house.
Damien settled at the head of the master bedroomâs bed, his gaze fixed on her tranquil sleeping
expression, and let out a soft sigh.