Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322 The Tanner Family 

“Promise me, you won’t ever meet Damien’s sister,” Mandy implored, her eyes brimming with desperation. “We have no conflicts, but just because I was of some use to her, she cast me into hell.” 

“And you…” Mandy’s voice trailed off, but Cherise could discern the unspoken words. It was highly likely that Maeve, Damien’s sister, strongly disapproved of her and Damien’s relationship. Jacob had jokingly suggested that approaching Maeve and offering divorce from Damien as a bargaining chip might lead to her agreeing to destroy the control terminal. Cherise had no doubts about the possibility, but she couldn’t take that path. She had made solemn vows during her marriage to Damien in front of Old Mr. Lenoir, promising that she would never pursue a divorce. Even in Old Mr. Lenoir’s absence, she was determined not to part ways with Damien easily. Regardless of his sister’s opinion of her, her decision would remain resolute. 

Thus, only one course of action remained: seeking out the members of the Tanner Family. 

Upon her return to the villa, Cherise found Damien sitting on the couch, engrossed in his laptop 

screen. 

She approached him. “Honey, what are you looking at?” 

He lifted her gently and settled her onto his lap. “Jacob should have told you. The chip responsible for controlling brainwaves is manufactured by the Tanner Family in Europe.” 

Cherise nodded in comprehension. “Have they responded?” 

Damien nodded and directed her attention to the invitation on the laptop screen. “They’ve invited me for the birthday celebration of Beckham Tanner, the head of the Tanner Family.” 

Cherise appeared surprised. “Are you closely acquainted with them?” 

Damien shook his head. “Not particularly. But my European company has engaged in some business dealings with the Tanners. They’re likely aware that I’m the driving force behind these enterprises.” 

He cradled her face and bestowed a tender kiss upon her lips. “Should I bring you with me?” 

Cherise appeared taken aback and hastily shook her head. “I better not… I’ve never attended formal events and am unfamiliar with upper-class etiquette. What if… I embarrass you?” 

Moreover, foreign locales were utterly foreign to her. 

“As my wife, you must learn how to navigate such occasions.” He held her, soothing her gently. 

“What if someone slips something in my drink, and I’m spirited away by another woman? And you weren’t there to protect me?” His voice, resonant and magnetic, held a hint of a smile. Cherise pursed her lips and playfully mimicked his cheek-pinching gesture by applying it to his 

face. “1 can’t read minds. How could I possibly tell which drink is poisoned and which isn’t?” 

Damien chuckled and planted a tender kiss on her cheek. “But you did promise to protect me.”