Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329 Doppelganger 

Whatever! She didn’t think she looked too bad even without makeup on! 

Damien smiled softly, “You always look beautiful to me.” 

“Excuses!” 

Cherise pinched his waist, “You’re only saying that because you made me look ugly in this painting.” 

Damien’s smile did not fade, “Of course not.” 

“You’re always beautiful.” 

The Tanners had a staggering number of guest houses for their visitors to stay. in when they visited. 

It took Cherise and Damien more than ten minutes to walk from their guest house to the main residence. 

“It’s just up ahead.” 

A servant gestured for them to enter. 

Cherise took Damien’s arm, and the both of them slowly walked into the main residence. 

The mansion was extremely grand and opulent 

The garden grounds were entirely in an Oriental style, while the mansion’s architectural design was European. It was a beautiful fusion of East and West. 

Grandpa Tanner was sitting on the couch, chatting with Beckham. 

Their conversation stopped abruptly when Cherise and Damien entered. 

Cherise carefully eyed the two men. 

Grandpa Tanner had a head of silver hair, but he was still at the top of his game. 

The middle-aged man was tall and imposing. He radiated authoritative and dignified air. 

The image of the two of them together was so striking that they couldn’t help but attract 

attention. 

However, surprisingly, Cherise did not feel intimidated by them. Instead, she felt a sense 

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of familiarity. 

Damien led her towards them. “I am Damien Lenoir. From the Adania’s Lenoirs.” 

“This is my wife, Cherise Shaw.” 

“Please have a seat, Mr. Lenoir.” 

Beckham smiled warmly at Damien and ordered the maids to bring some fruits. 

But he froze when he turned back and saw Cherise behind Damien. 

“Mr. Lenoir,” Beckham asked in a hoarse voice, “The lady next to you…. Is she your wife?” 

“Yes.” 

Damien beamed at him, “We’ve been married for just two months.” 

Beckham stared at Cherise for a good minute without moving from his seat. His eyes. filled with an inexplicable emotion. 

He squinted at her and asked, “May I ask, who is Mrs. Lenoir’s mother?” 

Cherise was taken aback. Her mother? 

She stared back at Beckham in confusion. “You’re asking about… My mother?” 

“Mr. Tanner.” 

Damien took a sip from the cup a maid had handed to him. He smiled, “My wife is an orphan. Her aunt and uncle raised her. She doesn’t have any parents.” 

Beckham froze at Damien’s response. Shame colored his features. “That… My apologies.” 

Grandpa Tanner touched his beard and carefully examined Cherise’s face. “Yes, she does bear a resemblance.”