Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 1061

Chapter 1061 Getting to Gwenn
Trent's eyes widened in alarm, his heart pounding in his chest. "You stalked me?! What do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything," Damien replied calmly, his smile unnervingly serene. "I have people in your house currently enjoying some tea."

Trent's breath caught in his throat, a wave of panic washing over him at the thought of his loved ones being held hostage.

Damien's smile widened, though it still lacked warmth. "If you refuse to heed my words, then you'll never see them ever again."

Sebastian's patience wore thin as he waited for Trent at the hotel, the clock ticking relentlessly towards noon. No matter how many times he called Trent, Trent kept responding that he was on the way. Hearing his one-note answer, Sebastian's frustrations continued to simmer beneath a facade of calm.

Seated on the plush hotel sofa, Sebastian's gaze drifted lazily to the TV screen, where news of city traffic monopolized the airwaves. With a sigh, he dialed a number on his phone, his voice betraying a hint of irritation. "Have you arrived in Calais?"

The woman's response on the other end of the line was laced with icy disdain. "I've told you, I can provide anything you desire. Why must you make it so troublesome for me to come to Calais?"

Sebastian's tone hardened, his patience wearing thin. "You've caused me considerable inconvenience. I want to see you face to face and deliver a well-deserved slap. Is that too much to ask?"

Sebastian's laughter rang out coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Gwenn, do you recall the promises you made to me in the past?"

"You assured me that if I aided you, you would relay to me all the details I needed about Cherise, enabling me to successfully remove her from Damien's grasp."

"But what transpired instead?"

"You've brought me nothing but anguish and frustration."

There was a lengthy silence from the woman on the other end of the line.

Eventually, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she responded, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I've just touched down at the Calais airport. I'll be seeing you shortly, under an hour at most."

"Very well, I'll be waiting," Sebastian's eyes glinted under the dim lights.

Then, his brow furrowed as if struck by a sudden realization. "An hour might not suffice."

"Here's the arrangement: you book a room upon your arrival, and I'll seek you out once I'm finished," he instructed, his tone firm.

Gwenn's voice remained indifferent. "What exactly do you have in mind?"