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Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1145
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Chapter 1145 Allergies

He pursed his lips and glanced at Lucy, his voice lowering as he offered, "I'll fetch it for you."

Lucy raised her eyelids lightly, dismissing his offer with a wave of her hand as she lifted the hot milk to her lips. "No need."

"I'd rather not engage with those two scoundrels," she muttered, her difort evident.

Clearing his throat lightly, he suggested, "How about... | get you another one?"

Lucy shook her head decisively. "et it; I'm not particularly hungry anyway."

With a deliberate rise in her voice, she added, "Avoiding sweets isn't such a bad idea; at least | won't be adding excess weight to

my frame; it is obvious when seated."

Violet, who had been quietly enjoying her waffles, was caught off guard by Lucy's remark, subconsciously glancing at her

midsection...

A pallor washed over the woman's face, prompting her to tighten her abdomen instinctively.

"Let's leave," Lucy declared after finishing her drink, her tone final. "While this restaurant is indeed pleasant, certain individuals

seem to have tainted its appeal. We won't be returning."

With that, she rose from her seat and departed, Colin hastily settling the bill before following in her wake.

"She's finally gone!" Violet exclaimed, her irritation evident as she rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. "She's bing

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increasingly insufferable!"

"Why were you fond of her before?"

Lennon, unperturbed, calmly lowered his gaze, his voice devoid of emotion as he instructed, "Eat."

His attention drifted to the waffles before him.

The waffles at this establishment were delicately infused with finely crushed peanuts, imparting a subtle flavor that could only be

discerned upon consumption.

Unfortunately, there was a woman with a severe peanut allergy, prompting her to experience adverse reactions whenever she

consumed peanut-laden foods. These reactions ranged from high fevers and rashes to nonsensical speech, highlighting the

severity of her condition.

Meanwhile, as they went outside the restaurant, Lucy patted Colin's shoulder gratefully. "Thank you."

Colin scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Thankfor what?"

"If you hadn't played along with my charade, | would have been utterly embarrassed today."

Stretching lazily, Lucy gazed up at the glaring sun overhead.

Today heralded a sunny debut at her new workplace, and buoyed by the warmth of the sun, she found herself in high spirits on this

auspicious occasion.

However...

She quickly shook off those negative thoughts.

Please don't dwell on it; don't let it bother you!

He had transformed from the caring man who once looked after her to the scoundrel who now only had eyes for Violet!

If she allowed herself to care for this scoundrel any longer, she'd be pathetic!

"This is the right thing to do..."

Colin smiled bashfully. "After all, in public, we are still husband and wife..."

"We support each other, we succeed together!"

Lucy raised an eyebrow and a smile. "As a token of gratitude, I'll make you strawberry mousse tonight!"

"I'm off to work!"

With that, she briskly turned and walked away.

Colin remained rooted in place, silently observing her departure, a knot of unease forming in the depths of his heart.

Despite her outward demeanor of calm and her seemingly genuine smile, he sensed a discordant note beneath the surface,

recognizing that her facade ofposure was just that—an artfully crafted facade.

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She was hurting inside.

She cared deeply.

But she was adept at masking her true feelings, burying them beneath a facade of strength, so she kept silent.

With a heavy heart, Colin made his way to the Gray Group's president's office.

Inside, Damien awaited him.

Seeing him, Damien tossed a document his way and prompted, "Take a look."

But Colin's mind was elsewhere. Pushing the document aside, he fixed Damien with a serious gaze. "You've known Lennon for

years, right?"

Damien's brow furrowed in confusion as he nodded. "Yes."

"You must know him quite well, then," Colin pressed on.

Damien's nod was affirmative. "I believe so."

"He's really crossed a line."

Taking a seat in his chair, Colin found himself unable to contain his frustration, and he proceeded to vent to Damien about the

recent events that unfolded at the cafe.