Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1137 Whispers of Destiny

There was still a month left to settle things; it was enough time.

Plenty of tfor him to make sure the Belcourt family paid for their sins.

From the stroke of one until the clock chimed three in the afternoon, Cherise and Lucy savored the flavors of the beef stew they

ordered. It wasn't because they were overeating but because they were in the midst of a video call with Mandy while they ate.

With her voice echoing from the phone, Mandy divulged her struggles in the business world. This led Cherise to share news of their

job application at an event management firm and their uing task of orchestrating the Gray Group's reception party.

Seasoned by her own experience, Mandy seized the moment to impart wisdom upon the two novices. She explained the nuances

ofanizing events and managing client relations, covering important details to watch for, the best ways to treat customers, and

more.

Renowned for her unwaveringmitment, Cherise hungrily absorbed Mandy's counsel, swiftly converting the restaurant table

they were using into a makeshift workspace. Juggling tasks adeptly, she went on discussing with Mandy while she scoured the web

for relevant data, deftly taking down notes in between.

Observing Cherise's zealous dedication, Lucy couldn't suppress a wry shake of her head.

This silly girl, Lucy mused inwardly, a mixture of fondness and exasperation coloring her thoughts.

After all these years, she remains unchanged—steadfast, diligent, and as serious as ever.

Bringing Cherise along to apply for an event management job had been Lucy's whimsical idea from the start, yet now Cherise took

it more earnestly than she did.

Observing Mandy and Cherise deeply engrossed in their discourse, Lucy clandestinely slipped away for a breath of fresh air,

mindful not to disrupt their earnest exchange.

Stepping out into the open air, Lucy indulged in a leisurely stretch, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her gaze alighted upon a

sleek black Cayenne stationed across the street.

Noticing the distinctive Adania license plate affixed to the vehicle, Lucy couldn't resist stealing a few more furtive glances, her

scrutiny unwavering.

Moments later, the car's door swung open, revealing a tall figure that gracefully emerged from the passenger side. With effortless

poise, he swiftly made his way to the rear door, extending a gallant hand to assist a woman adorned in a flowing, regal purple

gown.

A serene smile graced the lady's face as she accepted the gentleman's gesture, their synchronized movements exuding an air of

refined elegance. Together, they entered the confines of an Italian eatery.

Lucy's heart skipped a beat the moment her eyes fell upon the woman in the purple dress. She stood frozen as if titself had

paused around her.

It turns out... that not only was Lennon here in Yatesville, but Violet was as well.

Uncertainty clouded Lucy's vision, but just before Violet and Lennon vanished into the Italian restaurant, Violet seemed to glance in

her direction and smile.

A pang tightened Lucy's chest. Unsure if she had imagined the moment, she raised her gaze once more, only to see that the pair

had already slipped out of sight, swallowed by the restaurant's warm embrace.

"Lucy."

Cherise emerged from the beef stew restaurant, handbag in tow, and noticed Lucy standing transfixed, her gaze fixed on the

Italian restaurant across the street. Seeking to snap her friend out of her reverie, Cherise lifted a hand and gave Lucy a light tap on

the head. "What are you looking at?" she inquired.

"Oh... nothing," Lucy mumbled, her voice tinged with distraction.

A soft cough escaped her lips, helping to anchor her back to the present moment. Trying to dismiss her earlier unease, she offered

Cherise a gentle smile. "What's up?" she asked, her tone light and casual.

"Mandy and | have wrapped up our chat," Cherise announced with a smile. "I think it's tforto head back."

Her words prompted Lucy to check the time. She hadn't realized it was already past four in the afternoon.

A soft chuckle danced upon Lucy's lips. "You should definitely head back now. Doesn't Damien usually finish work around this

time?"

Cherise shot Lucy an incredulous glance, her lips pursed in skepticism. "Since when has he ever finished this early? That man

works himself to the brink of death. You won't catch him hbefore seven or eight in the evening, any day of the week."

Raising an eyebrow, Lucy responded dryly, "Ah, so there is a reason why Damien is more successful than others."

Damien'spany had gotten so big that it was surprising that he still maintained a strict work ethic.

On the contrary, another man, at this very hour, escorted Violet to dine at an upscale Italian establishment...

Lucy's inner disdain bubbled forth. "No wonder Lennon is destined to forever play second fiddle to Damien," she muttered to

herself.

"Hmm? Who are you referring to?" Cherise inquired, perplexed by Lucy's cryptic statement.

Lucy hadn't realized that she had spoken aloud her thoughts on "another man."

Caught off guard by her unintended disclosure, Lucy scrambled to recover. "Oh, it's nothing," she hastily replied, attempting to

deflect the conversation.

Entertained by Lucy's enigmatic remark, Cherise bid her farewell and motioned for the driver to whisk them away homeward.

"You're here, Mrs. Lenoir. Wee back," the driver greeted, a hint of familiarity in his tone.