Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 1138

Chapter 1138 You're Not Escaping
The car glided to a halt in front of Cherise and Damien's residence. As Cherise embarked from the vehicle, her gaze fell upon Otto waiting at the doorstep.

"Otto? What are you doing here?" she asked, surprise coloring her tone. Shouldn't he be working at the office with Damien around this hour? she thought to herself.

"Mr. Lenoir departed from work earlier than usual today," Otto explained, his demeanor grave.

Casting a sympathetic glance at Cherise, he added, "Mr. Lenoir expressed some…dissatisfaction with Mrs. Lenoir's performance earlier and wishes to discuss the matter further, Mrs. Lenoir."

Cherise's countenance froze, a flicker of panic igniting in her eyes.

In a flash, she recalled Damien's displeased expression from their earlier intimate encounter.

Oh, snap!

His stormy departure that morning was momentarily forgotten as she went about her day!

With a sharp slap to her forehead, she hastily concocted an excuse. "I just recalled an urgent matter I need to address elsewhere, so I can't head home this instance; I'll uhh..."

Her words drifted into silence as she abruptly pivoted on her heel, attempting a swift escape.

"And where exactly do you want to go?"

The words, uttered in a deep, chilling tone, pierced the air, halting Cherise in her tracks.

Sh*t.

Shivers of dread coursed through her veins. With every fiber of her being calling her to run, Cherise fought the urge to break into a sprint, instead swiftly maneuvering towards the edge of the road.

Taking a look over her shoulders, her eyes caught sight of a tall figure leaning casually against the doorway, his presence imposing yet eerily tranquil. His gaze pierced her, observing her with keen eyes.

Clad in sleek black trousers, his long legs exuded a sense of effortless grace, the clean lines of his attire underscoring an air of understated refinement that commanded attention.

Wearing a smoky-gray sweater, a subtle smirk graced his lips as he addressed her, "So where does Mrs. Lenoir intend to run off to?" His voice, though calm, carried an undertone of authority.

Pausing for effect, he raised his long, slender fingers to gently rub at his temples. "Hmm… let's consider the options…within Yatesville, where might Mrs. Lenoir run off to seek a safe haven? Jude's place? Lucy's? Or perhaps, Lennon's?"

Watching Cherise's delicate face falter, Damien's smirk deepened. "What a shame," he said, his tone laced with theatrical mockery. "There aren't that many places you can hide in Yatesville."

Beads of sweat trickled down her temples.

It appeared that evading him today would be an impossible feat.