Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 829 Tough Guys Don’t Cry, My Dear

The evidence was undeniable that he’d often looked the other way when Gwenn deliberately schemed

and harmed her.

Cherise understood Damien was trying to protect her, doing what he thought was right. But as a

daughter, she couldn’t bear the thought of Beckham being heartbroken.

So, she glared at Damien, eyes blazing. “So, you said you’ll take whatever punishment I throw at you.

Right?”

Cherise glared, fists clenched. She took a shaky breath, then clamped down on the finger Damien had

teasingly placed on her lips.

She chomped, expecting a yell, but he just met her gaze, unfazed.

Finally, when her jaw got tired, Cherise released him.

He even held out another finger playfully, “Fancy another bite? Just for balance?”

Caught off guard, Cherise blurted, “Don’t you feel anything?”

Damien chuckled. “Nope. Much prefer kisses from my wifey, though.”

His nonchalance left Cherise flustered. Looking at the deep teeth marks on his finger, she felt a pang of

guilt. Had she gone too far?

She wanted to bite him hard enough to make him yelp, but this damn iron-willed man wouldn’t budge!

Seeing Damien had no reaction, she misjudged her force and sank her teeth deeper than intended.

Cherise peeked up at Damien, guilt gnawing at her. “Why didn’t you yell when I chomped on you?”

He grinned, his eyes filled with mischief. “Tough guys, don’t cry, my dear. Not for a little love bite.”

“But… you could have made a sound! Even just a groan or something,” she whined, cradled his hand,

blowing softly on the bite mark. “It must’ve hurt like crazy! Why didn’t you pull away?”

Damien wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Funny you should ask,” he murmured, his

voice sending shivers down her spine.

“I kinda knew you might take a playful bite, so I braced myself. And besides…” His breath tickled her This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

ear as he whispered, “I trust you wouldn’t do any real damage.”

Cherise felt her cheeks burn. If someone sank their teeth into her finger like that, she’d be a puddle of

tears! But Damien, just a chuckle and a reassuring squeeze. This guy, he was something else.

Cherise’s heart ached to see Damien’s injury. “Ugh, that must hurt so bad!”

Damien scoffed, “Nah, barely feels a thing.”

“Liar! It’s gotta sting! We need to get you patched up, like, now!” She took a deep breath and added,

“Oh, and bandages, maybe some medicine, too.”

Damien watched her flustered worry, and a small smile played on his lips. “Bandages and medicine,

huh?”

Cherise, eyes wide, nodded fervently. “Yes! The whole shebang!”

He chuckled. “You might as well throw in a rabies shot or a tetanus jab while you’re at it.”

Cherise’s brow furrowed for a moment, and then she relaxed with a laugh. “Come on, that’s silly!

Rabies is from bites, you know, animals like puppies and kittens. Human bites… they’re not the same.”

“Hold on,” she cut in, her eyes twinkling with a playful smile. “Are you saying I’m a wild thing?”

Damien nodded, “Yes, a cute and feisty pussy. One that likes to bite and cling to me but is so lovable

that I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Cherise wasn’t expecting his snarky joké. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked away, “Forget the

hospital! You’re obviously feeling good enough to crack jokes, so you can’t be hurting that bad.”

Damien didn’t show much concern for Beckham’s feelings, but when Cherise proposed visiting him, he

didn’t hesitate.

Perhaps remembering Beckham’s recent role as caretaker for Soren and Serafina. Although biased

towards Gwenn over Cherise, Damien had to admit Beckham’s genuine warmth towards the children.