Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 811 I’m Happy 

Cherise glanced at her watch as she spoke. It was already past ten at night.

Since finishing lunch, Damien had been busy making arrangements for Zachary’s wedding. After the

wedding ceremony ended, he also had to manage the evening banquet and didn’t have a chance to eat

anything.

Yet, he now claimed to have no appetite. This was concerning because even the strongest person

would be exhausted by now.

Damien glanced at Cherise and smiled. “If I remember correctly, someone indulged in a lot of food at Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

the wedding.”

“During the wedding ceremony, everyone was focused on the bride and groom exchanging vows, but a

certain food lover went to the dessert table and ate a lot. After the wedding, she even had a drumstick

and continued eating…”

Damien’s voice was loud enough that the doctors and nurses passing by in the corridor looked at

Cherise incredulously.

Seeing her reputation about to be tarnished, Cherise immediately frowned, “I have a healthy appetite.

What’s wrong with that?”

I offer to take him out for dinner for his sake, wanting to ensure he eats something. Yet, he dares to

embarrass me in public?

Does he want to sleep outside tonight? He has no sense of self-preservation at all!

“Okay.” Damien smiled faintly and gently pinched Cherise’s cheek. “Let’s go out for dinner. What would

you like to have?”

Cherise glanced at the time.

Life in Ziphon was slower than in Adania, and most residents went to bed at around eight or nine at

night. The only eateries still open at this hour were probably street stalls.

Thus, she turned to Damien and asked tentatively, “How about… we go to a street stall?”

“Sure.” Damien frowned slightly but did not object. He held Cherise’s hand and led her out of the

hospital.

But when Damien was about to go to his car on the ground floor, Cherise stopped him.

“Since we’re going to a street stall… we should walk or take a taxi.”

Every one of Damien’s cars was too eye-catching. They would attract too much attention if they drove

one to a street stall.

Damien frowned and considered briefly. “Sure.”

“There’s a stall nearby!” Cherise checked the directions on her phone and excitedly grabbed Damien’s

hand. “Let’s go!”

Damien nodded. “Mm.”

The two strolled hand in hand beneath the street lights, occasionally hearing the sound of a car

whizzing by. The scene felt so romantic that Cherise’s heart fluttered.

A long time ago, she watched a drama where the female protagonist’s happiest moment was walking

hand in hand with the male protagonist under the street lights at night. She remembered how envious

she felt watching the protagonists being together. Now, it was finally her turn.

The man beside her was the man she loved the most, and their present scene was what she had once

longed for. Perhaps this was what true happiness felt like.

“What are you smiling about?” Damien asked softly, sensing the emotions of the woman beside him.

“I’m… happy.” Cherise looked up with a smile. “I’m very happy.”

“What are you happy about?”

“I’m happy that there’s no real animosity between us. I’m happy that your dad and my mom are good

people.”

Cherise paused before adding. “I’m happy… that five years ago, you wanted me to stay, right?”

When Maeve apologized earlier, Cherise knew Maeve left many things unsaid. Furthermore, Cherise

also understood what Maeve wanted to say, which was that five years ago, Damien didn’t want to let

her go.