Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 65

Chapter 65 The Formidable Man

Cherise wiped the sweat from her forehead, and a frothy patch of bubble clung to her hair. “Lila assigned me to this job; the machines are broken, so I must hand wash them.”

Ian knitted his brows furiously. The sheets had always been machine-washed at the sanatorium, and hand-washing was unheard of!

This is absurd!

“I’m going to have a word with Lila about this.”

He turned around, intending to leave.

But before he could, Cherise noticed his displeasure and tried to stop him. “Ian!”

Alas, she forgot that her feet were covered in water and foam. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

As soon as her delicate feet touched the ground, she slipped and lost balance…

Ian swiftly reached out to grab her.

Just as Cherise was barely an inch away from falling into his embrace, she instinctively held up her hands and stopped herself from colliding with his body.

Her actions cut lan’s heart like a blade.

But he managed a nonchalant front, embracing her body as if it were an accident.

“Hah.”

A cold, heart-piercing laughter echoed from the doorway.

Ian raised his head to see a wheelchair parked at the entrance of the laundry room.

In it sat a man with a black silk blindfold.

The man exuded a dangerous air that filled the laundry with his

presence.

lan had never seen anyone like him.

Despite being disabled, his presence commanded respect, and he emanated a formidable pressure without uttering a word

posture.

Who is this guy?

all he did was sit in the wheelchair with an elegant.

What’s he doing here?

Cherise, who had been forced into a hug with lan, took advantage of his momentary distraction and slipped out of his embrace.

Sensing something amiss in the air, she frowned and turned her head to look toward the laundry room’s entrance…

“Dear!”

As soon as her gaze met the man in the wheelchair, what discomfort Cherise was feeling. immediately vanished.

She quickly wiped off the foam from her feet with an unwashed sheet, then scurried towards Damien barefoot. “What are you doing here?”

The way she blinked her eyes and called him ‘dear’ brought a smile to Damien’s face. He pulled her into his arms and said, “Lucy heard you’re back at work, so I’d like to check on _you.”

As he held her in his lap, Cherise became self-aware and tried to fight him off coyly.

They were in a public space. Besides, Ian was around, and she did not want to be a subject of gossip.

But the more she struggled, the tighter Damien’s grip around her slender waist became.

She was also afraid that if she struggled harder, it may give the impression that she was in an unhappy marriage. Besides, she was mindful not to hurt him. So, in the end, she gave in and let him hold her.

Ian stood unmovingly, face alternating between pale and red.

The man in the wheelchair…. is Cherise’s husband?

Not the old bald man I saw last time?

Mr. Hampson emerged from the back of the wheelchair and leaned into Damien. “Sir, they are on their way.”

“Okay.”

“You may go, we only need Mr. Kolson and Blake here.”

Damien replied as he grabbed a piece of napkin from Blake and handed it to Cherise. “Here, clean yourself.”

Mr. Hampson bowed courteously and stepped away.

Meanwhile, lan’s mind exploded with questions.

So…

The man I saw last time is her husband’s butler?!

“Mr. Philips, we have finally met.”

Damien raised his head, and despite his blindfold, lan could feel a piercing gaze through the black silk.

The voice sounded oddly familiar…

It was the same cold voice Ian had heard last time!