Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) Novel
Chapter 550

Chapter 550 An Unresolved Past

Upon returning home, she had intended to give the clothes to Beckham, only to replace that they were the wrong size.

Since then, the garments had been idly gathering dust in her dormitory closet.

Now, with Damien’s unexpected arrival, it seemed like an opportune moment to offer them.

Clearing her throat, she remarked, “Hmm, you’re the same size as my father.”

The sound of a belt being unbuckled resonated behind her, “So, am I expected to return them to him after wearing

them?”

“No need.”

Cherise furrowed her brows, “My father doesn’t like sharing clothes with others.”

“You can take them with you.”

She added softly. “If you don’t like them, feel free to get rid of them.”

“Why would I ever do that?”

As Damien elegantly changed his clothes, he responded in a gentle voice, “This is the first gift Dr. Shaw has given

me; I must cherish it.”

Cherise found his words amusing. “Is this the first gift I’ve given you?”

She recalled the numerous gifts she had given him during their time together five years ago.

Even during her trip to Europe, while choosing presents for Uncle Shaw and Aunt Wanda, she had. thought of him.

Why did he now consider this set of clothes as the first gift from her?

She scoffed, “Mr. Lenoir, your memory seems to be failing you.”

“Five years ago, I…”

“Five years ago, you were not Dr. Shaw.”

Damien interrupted gently, “Five years ago, the one who gifted me was Mrs. Lenoir.”

“Now, it’s Dr. Shaw.”

Buttoning up his shirt, he stepped around Cherise to face her, his deep eyes locking onto hers. “Or are you saying

you are still Mrs. Lenoir, huh, Dr. Shaw?”

Cherise was speechless.

His wittiness was unparalleled.

And she had no choice but to give it to him this time.

She clenched her teeth, shot him a glare, and closed the file in her hand. “It’s getting late; let’s begin.”

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“Mr. Lenoir, you haven’t had breakfast, have you?”

Damien nodded, “No.”

“Good, we’ll start with the blood draw.”

Clad in her white coat, Cherise stood tall and poised, her mature allure radiating.

Damien followed, watching her from behind with a faint smile on his lips.

The pair had reached the lab.

Cherise glanced at the long queue. She turned to Damien. “Would you like me to draw your blood?”

“Or should we continue to wait?”

“Of course, you should draw my blood, Dr. Shaw.”

Cherise rolled her eyes. She knew it!

Taking a deep breath, she collected the supplies from the nurse, sat next to Damien, and instructed, “Extend your

arm.”

Damien rolled up his sleeve and presented his arm.

Cherise lowered her head and began to draw his blood, “It might sting a bit, bear with it.”

Her fingers, as white as jade, firmly gripped his arm.

Damien sat, observing her serious demeanor, her bustling movements, his eyes filled with deep affection.

and warmth.

Five years.

He had been searching for her for five years.

Now, she was finally sitting in front of him.

And finally willing to engage in a calm conversation with him.

Although he clung to his perceptions of their past, he knew she had her convictions.

He was ready to accept her obligations, her resentment, all of it – at least until they had a chance to thoroughly

discuss their issues.

The issue of their parents was a ticking time bomb, best left untouched.

They hadn’t officially divorced yet, and they still had two children.

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