Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) Novel
Chatper 668

Chapter 668 I Won’t Judge You

“Cherise.”

Just as Cherise’s hand touched the car door handle, a deep male voice resonated from

behind.

She paused, but continued to open the door. “I need to go home and rest. We can discuss everything else later.”

As she spoke, Damien firmly grasped the hand she was using to open the door.

He furrowed his brow, gripping Cherise’s hand with one hand while opening the back passenger seat door with the

other. He immediately helped her into the car.

“I’ll drive. You’re not in the right state of mind. It’s safer if you don’t.”

He promptly settled into the driver’s seat and started the car.

Cherise pursed her lips in the back seat and watched his back. She tried to control her emotions. “I’m not upset.”

“Just because you’re holding back your tears doesn’t mean you’re fine.”

Damien sighed softly. His knuckles were prominent as he gripped the steering wheel and set the car in motion. “I

remember that being a doctor has always been your dream. You should know that once what you said at the press

conference gets out, you might never replace a job as a doctor again.”

“I know.” Cherise sniffled, looking out of the car window. “I’m fully aware of the consequences of my decision.”

Damien’s frown deepened. “So why give up? Why won’t you reveal how you injured your hand?”

There was a tinge of tenderness and helplessness in Damien’s deep voice. They had distant that they could no

longer share secrets.

“Honestly, my hand wasn’t severely injured.”

grown so

Cherise smiled as she gazed out the car window. She replied softly. “I’m just scared. My mom died of heart disease.

My grandma, too, died of heart disease…

“The most important people in my life all succumbed to heart problems. I’m afraid to step into the operating room,

fearing I’ll remember them and make a mistake I truly lack the mental fortitude for surgery. It has nothing to do

with my injury.

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Although she spoke calmly, Damien noticed a hint of panic in her eyes.

It was the distinctive gaze she had after telling a lie. She was never good at lying, not five years ago and certainly

not now.

Damien pursed his lips, wanting to say something. Eventually, he chose to respect her decision. “Since you don’t

want to talk… so be it. But when you’re ready to talk, remember to tell me first.”

Damien did not take Cherise home but brought her to his presidential suite in the Syatt Hotel.

Upon entering, he whispered a few words to the attendant.

“I thought you would be taking me home.”

Once they entered the suite, Cherise slumped onto the couch as if all her strength had been drained.

“Your house is too small for you to hide your sadness. The kids will notice.”

Damien sighed softly. He sat down next to her and drew her into his arms. “Here, you don’t have to pretend. You

can grieve and cry freely. I’m the only person who won’t judge you, mock you, or force you to hold back your

emotions.”

Cherise pursed her lips. She instinctively tried to wriggle free from his embrace. However, he held her even tighter.

With no other option, she gave in and rested her face against his chest. “I’m not upset, 1…”

A knock on the door interrupted her words.

“Mr. Lenoir, your wine has arrived.”

Damien’s brow furrowed slightly. “Come in.”

At his word, the attendant entered with several women carrying an assortment of red wines.