Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1064 No More Mercy In a sudden flurry of action, there was a loud bang as the door was forcefully kicked open from the outside, revealing Damien storming into the room alongside Mr. Hampson.

"Are you okay?" Damien's concern was palpable as his eyes immediately fell upon the blood that stained Cherise's hand. Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the distance between them, pulling Cherise into his protective embrace. With gentle hands, he carefully examined her injured hand; his voice filled with urgency. "Where are you hurt?" "I'm the one that's hurt, me!" Sebastian's anguished cries echoed through the room as Mr. Hampson restrained him, the desperation evident in his voice. Clutching his bleeding hand, he continued to lament, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die!" However, Damien remained unfazed by Sebastian's cries, his attention solely focused on Cherise's well-being. Tuning out the distraught man's pleas, he remained steadfast in his efforts to assess and address Cherise's injuries.

After conducting a thorough examination of Cherise's condition, Damien finally released a relieved sigh. "You're alright," he remarked, his tone filled with genuine relief.

Cherise offered a reassuring smile. "I told you, I'm fine," she replied, her voice steady despite the recent turmoil.

When they first obstructed Trent, it was Cherise who proposed the audacious idea of voluntarily hiding in the suitcase, taking on the guise of the sedated Savannah.

However, her proposal was met with staunch opposition from not only Damien but also Mr. Hampson and Steve. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Despite their skepticism, Steve even attempted to contort himself into the cramped confines of the trunk. Yet, his towering six-foot stature made the endeavor a futile one, risking potential injury in the process.

In the end, Steve reluctantly abandoned the idea, acknowledging the impracticality of fitting into such a confined space.

It required considerable effort on Cherise's part to persuade Damien to trust in her ability to protect herself this taround.

She knew she was not incapable of defending herself; rather, her lapse in judgment had allowed Sebastian to deceive her previously.

The evolution of the shy, chubby child who once sat beside her into the cunning figure Sebastian had becwas entirely unforeseeable.

Despite Cherise's assurances, Damien's concerns for her safety still troubled him greatly.

While he pretended to search for Gwenn alongside Mr. Hampson inside the hotel, Damien's true focus was on ensuring Cherise's safety outside. His worry was evident in his vigilant demeanor.

When he finally laid eyes on Cherise unharmed, a wave of relief washed over him. "You've improved," he remarked with a hint of satisfaction, finally allowing himself to relax.

Cherise responded with a playful smile, planting a tender kiss on Damien's cheek. "After all, you're Mrs. Lenoir," he teased, "you can't be anything but excellent." Amidst the tender exchange between Damien and Cherise, Sebastian, still bleeding from his injured hand and held in check by Mr. Hampson, couldn't help but interject. "Can you sparefrom seeing you two being lovey-dovey right now? I'm injured here!" His words drew Damien's attention,prompting him to turn towards Sebastian with a raised eyebrow. Approaching cautiously, Damien' expression shifted to one of fake concern as he carefully inspected the long gash on Sebastian's hand. "You're injured?" he remarked, his tone betraying a hint of mock surprise. "You're bleeding profusely." Looming menacingly over Sebastian's figure, Damien lifted his hand and applied pressure to the wound, his eyes growing dangerously dark. The blood continued to flow, staining Sebastian's skin and clothes.

Sebastian winced in agony as his injured hand hung limply, the pain evident in his expression.

"I've shown you enough mercy," Damien remarked coldly, his tone firm.

A sly smirk formed on Damien's lips as he then placed his arm protectively around Cherise, drawing her closer. Instructing Mr. Hampson in a low voice, he issued a decisive command, "Escort him back to the police station. We're still looking into his financial misconduct." Mr. Hampson's brows furrowed with concern. "What about his hand? Shouldn't we tend to it before taking him?" Damien's expression remained resolute. "He'll receive a simple bandage at the station," he replied firmly.

"It's just a minor injury," Damien continued, his tone unwavering. "He won't die from it." A sense of conviction underscored Damien's words as he glanced toward Cherise, his gaze filled with unwavering determination.

vel"Considering what Cherry has endured and what Savannanarrowly escaped from," he added, "he doesn't even have the privilege to complain about the pain." With that, Damien wrapped an arm around Cherise, guiding her out of the room as they left Sebastian behind.

Cherise's expression was one of confusion as she turned to Damien. "That's it?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She had anticipated a more formal resolution to Sebastian's situation later on.

Damien nodded, a faint smile gracing his lips. "That's it," he confirmed. "Our main prey is not Sebastian, after all." Cherise's expression turned contemplative as they walked out of the room, wondering what the purpose of their visit truly was.

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