Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Push Me Upstairs

Mr. Kolson raised his head and spotted Cherise. “Mrs. Lenoir is back, sir.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s exactly nine now.”

The man in the wheelchair smiled. “It’s probably been a decade since I’ve last had dinner this late.”

Cherise paled. She helped Frances serve the food on the table guiltily.

“You didn’t need to wait for me. It’s… it’s almost exam season. I will be studying until late at night for a while,” she murmured.

Damien did not bother exposing her excuse. “Let’s eat.”

She nodded silently, but her heart was jumping out of her chest.

He didn’t realize that I lied, right?

She would hardly lie since she was young. Every time she did, she would feel ill at ease for quite some time.

She chose a seat far from the man to hide her nervousness.

Yet just when she sat down, the man frowned. “Come here.”

“…Why?”

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She was lost for words.

Was the man hooked on her feeding him?

Without any choice, she huddled into the chair next to him cautiously. She picked up and began feeding him.

He ate elegantly but at a snail’s pace. She felt miserable.

the

spoon

She was starving and exhausted from all the physical labor at the sanatorium. Now, she had to feed him spoonful by spoonful.

But it was only natural that she, as the wife, fed her husband.

Damien finished his food about twenty minutes later.

Cherise placed the spoon down and wiped his mouth gently.

The line on his face made him look rugged and unapproachable. But it was soft to the touch.

His skin seemed to be in a better condition than hers. The sensation made her heartbeat quickened.

A few seconds later, she put the napkin on the table and began her meal.

After an afternoon of work, she was starving enough to have an entire feast.

The youthful woman held her cutleries tightly and polished off all the food without holding back under the warm light of the glass lamp.

Dumbfounded, Mr. Kolson and Frances watched as she devoured the food.

Damien sat in the same spot. He sipped some tea. “It looks like studying is an incredibly strenuous task.”

Cherise noticed that he was referring to her bottomless appetite. She blushed and nodded. “Well, I’m not a smart person. It’s exhausting to use my brains.”

A smile can be heard in his deep voice. “Yup, that’s true.”

Cherise knew that he was joking.

But–her being dull–witted was not false.

She pursed her lips and decided not to argue with the man. She continued to gobble down the food.

After she polished off the last morsel of food, she patted her expanded stomach and burped. “How nice.”

“Time to work.”

The man said, “Push me upstairs.”

Cherise paused mid–stretch. “Don’t you usually head to your study these days?”

Usually, Mr. Kolson or Blake would bring him up without a word. Why was it her responsibility today?