Marrying the Man in the Dark

Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 1202 SAs You

Lucy's brows knitted together, puzzled by Mandy's unexpected remarks. "And...?" she prompted, unsure where Mandy was going

with this.

"After everything, you're not going to abandon him, are you?" Mandy asked earnestly.

"He obviously has your best interest at heart. He's the kind of man who will treat you well till the end of your days," Mandy

continued.

"If you break his heart, it would devastate him. It'll be hard for you to find someone as wonderful as him," Mandy added solemnly.

Lucy nearly choked on the water she was drinking, caught off guard by Mandy's words.

"Why are you suddenly vouching for Colin?" Lucy asked, her suspicion evident in her tone.

"Mandy, you've been bickering with Colin almost every day. Why are you trying to set us up all of a sudden?" Lucy pressed further.

"Could it be that you harbor feelings for Colin?" Lucy added bluntly.

Mandy's face flushed red, averting her gaze so that Lucy did not peer into her true feelings. "I..." Her voice faltered momentarily.

"lI don't!" Mandy insisted, her denial tinged with a hint of urgency. She pushed aside her embarrassment, forcing a smile as she

met Lucy's eyes. "I was just worried for your future, that's it."

Lucy placed her cup down with deliberate calmness. "I'm aware that Colin is a good person."

"But precisely because he's a good person, | don't want to be a hindrance to him."

"I've never had feelings for him in the past, and | won't develop any in the future," Lucy added firmly, trying to convey her

sincerity.

Observing Lucy's unwavering resolve, Mandy hesitated to continue with what she had intended to say.

Mandy stole a glance at Colin, his focus unwavering as he meticulously arranged cameras on the second floor. A surge of

conflicting emotions churned within her.

He was more than just Colin to her; he was CloudySkies, her belovedic artist from childhood. The one whose creations had

filled her with wonder and joy.

But he was also the steadfast pillar in her best friend's life, someone who had shown unwavering loyalty and dedication, ready to

protect and support her friend through thick and thin.

Closing her eyes briefly, Mandy felt the weight of her thoughts settle upon her.

From her seat opposite Mandy, Lucy watched her friend with a knowing smile that danced upon her lips.

Whenever Colin's nsurfaced in their conversations, Lucy couldn't help but notice the gentle softening of Mandy's eyes. It was

a telltale sign, one that hinted at more than mere admiration.

It was clear to Lucy that Mandy harbored a subtle crush on Colin. Yet paradoxically, Mandy seemed intent on nudging Colin closer

to Lucy, as if orchestrating their paths to intertwine.

Lucy found herself amused by the irony of it all. What a silly girl, she mused silently to herself.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the grand celebration of Violet's birthday began in earnest.

The host, animated and engaging, stood proudly on the stage, directing his warm words directly to the radiant birthday girl, Violet.

Tonight, Violet graced the occasion in a flowing purple chiffon dress, her presence a captivating blend of enchantment and beauty.

She exuded a maic charm that drew the admiration of everyone present.

Below the stage, Lucy stood in quiet contemplation. Leaning against the railing on the second floor, she balanced a walkie-talkie in

one hand and a meticulously detailed planning sheet in the other.

A wave of difort surged through Lucy's abdomen, twisting like a relentless knot. She grimaced, feeling the unwee

persistence of pain that even the trusty painkillers seemed unable to soothe.

Leaning heavily against the cold metal railing, she pressed her stomach against it, seeking solace in the coolness that offered

temporary relief. The contrast of the metal against her skin was a feeble distraction from the throbbing ache within.

Yet, despite her efforts, the ache persisted, stubborn and unyielding. Lucy closed her eyes briefly, hoping for respite that seemed

agonizingly out of reach.

Onstage, Violet's radiant smile lit up the room as she beamed with joy.

"All staff members take heed. The surprise is on its way," Lucy announced through the walkie-talkie.

Then, she meticulously scrutinized the schedule in her hands, her focus unwavering as she relayed furthermands through the

walkie-talkie to coordinate the next phase of the celebration.

Below, the event staff moved with practiced efficiency, rolling out a large, meticulously crafted gift box. Adorned in hues of pink

and purple with a perfectly tied bow atop, it was a style that resonated with Lucy's taste.

When conceptualizing this grand gesture, Lucy consulted Lennon on the gift box's design.

Lennon had grinned back then, a casual, knowing smile. "She has the spreference as you do," he had remarked, his voice

tinged with a touch of nostalgia.

"You know," he continued, "ever since we broke up, she's been vigilant inpeting against you in every aspect." His words were

direct, yet his face remained impassive, as if recounting an unremarkable fact.

"I'm sure selecting the birthday girl's décor based on your taste will bring her a lot of joy," he added, his tone matter-of-fact.

Lucy had responded with only a faint smile, a subtle acknowledgment of his words. Outwardly, she maintained herposure, but

within, a familiar ache stirred. The pain in her heart was a quiet, relentless presence, one that no one else could truly understand.

The truth was far moreplex: Violet didn't share the sinterests as Lucy. In fact, Violet preferred everything Lucy disliked;

their tastes were almost entirely opposed.

The only thing that they shared was their affection for Lennon.

In reality, Violet's claim that she and Lucy had similar interests was a calculated move, a subtle dagger aimed at Lucy's heart on

Violet's special day. It was Violet's way of declaring that everything Lucy had once cherished now belonged to her.