Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1051 A Mystery Call

Cherise's eyes widened as she asked, "If I had feelings for someone else back then, would you have letgo?"

Damien's voice was firm as he replied, "Il wouldn't have allowed anyone to cbetween us. I would have ensured that person

regretted ever stepping into your life, and I would have done whatever it took to keep you by my side."

Cherise's silence spoke volumes as she processed Damien's words.

"Your confidence is truly admirable," Damien acknowledged.

Cherise couldn't grasp Damien's intentions, but Steve understood them effortlessly.

"You've got the confidence, the charm, the belief that Cherise wouldn't look twice at anyone else," he said, a wry smile playing on This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

his lips as he lowered his head. "But me? I'm cut from a different cloth."

"Winning her heart with my appearance alone? That's nothing but a pipe dream," Steve confessed, his tone tinged with self-doubt

as he glanced down at the coffee table.

"Why do you say that?" Cherise retorted, frustration evident in her voice as she slammed her hand on the coffee table.

"Your love for her surpasses Trent's, despite your unconventional looks," Cherise remarked, her tone gentle yet firm.

Steve was visibly surprised, meeting Cherise's gaze with uncertainty. "Is that really how you see it?"

"Do I love her more than Trent?" Steve asked, seeking validation.

"Absolutely," Cherise affirmed, her conviction unwavering.

Gritting her teeth, she continued, "You think Trent's a better match for her, but have you ever stopped to think?"

"If you were in Savannah's shoes, financially challenged, would you expect her to sacrifice her education and career to support you

through school?"

Trent fell silent for a beat. "I'd let go of my own ambitions," he confessed.

"That's what sets you apart from Trent!"

Cherise pursed her lips, reassuring, "You don't need to doubt yourself; you're just as deserving as Trent!"

Trent smiled faintly, his gaze distant. "Words won't change anything at this point," he murmured, setting down his cup with a sigh.

"Moving on from her might take stime."

Cherise nodded understandingly. "Even if you can't forget, it's okay. I've learned to accept it," she replied softly.

Steve rose from his seat with effortless poise. "You've made the journey back to Shawbury; I'm sure you've got simportant

matters to handle," he remarked gently.

"Go on and take care of your business," he added, his demeanor gracious and understanding.

Finally, he cast a grateful glance at Cherise. "You're still the same, always there when I need you," he said, a touch of admiration in

his voice.

"In times of trouble, your unwavering support never falters," he acknowledged warmly.

Cherise nodded, her lips pursed in quiet determination. "It's the least I can offer," she replied humbly.

As they traveled back, Cherise rested her head against the cool glass of the car window. Her eyelids fell shut in an attempt to

summon memories of her high school days.

Yet, like elusive shadows, the recollections refused to materialize, leaving her grasping at the fleeting remnants of the past.

It felt as though her memories were imprisoned behind a locked door. She stood before it, searching for the key that would grant

her access to the forgotten past.

"Let it be," cthe gentle advice, a beacon of solace amidst the labyrinth of her mind.

As they arrived at the hotel, Damien gracefully opened the car door and lifted her out.

"Even if your memory hadn't been lost," he began, his voice gentle yet firm, "the current situation would still be beyond your

control."

He continued, "The issues between Steve and Savannah are theirs to resolve; we can only offer support from afar."

Cherise sank into Damien's comforting embrace. "What other options do we have?" she sighed, her voice tinged with frustration.

Damien's gaze softened. "Steve's in a difficult spot," he acknowledged with empathy.

"Yeah," Cherise agreed softly, her heart heavy with empathy for their friend's plight.

"In relationships, it's crucial for both parties to find common ground; meddling too much can often backfire."

The man's words added to Cherise's growing sense of dismay.

Back at the hotel, Damien left promptly after receiving a call from the company.

Alone in the room, Cherise lay on the bed. She took out her phone. She was about to browse news to lift her spirits when a stranger

added her on WhatsApp.

The individual added her with the message: "Look who's still hanging around, Chubster."

Assuming it was the chubby boy from the earlier wedding, Cherise added him without hesitation.

"How did you get my WhatsApp?"

Upon adding him, Cherise inquired immediately.

"If I recall correctly, at the last wedding, she only exchanged pleasantries with those old classmates, and it seems contact details

weren't shared," he noted.

"And naturally, I've got your WhatsApp, Cherise," he added confidently.

Soon, the person on the phone retorted, "Not only do I have your WhatsApp, but I also have your phone number. If you doubt me,

go ahead, pick up the phone, and check."

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