Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353 Comparing My Dna With Hers 

“How can Aunt Charisa’s daughter be as foolish as her?” 

“And with her IQ, what does she even understand?” 

“Gwenn embarrassed her yesterday, yet she still praised Gwenn’s dancing. She’s such a fool!” 

Zachary chuckled softly. “Perhaps the true fool…is not Bunny.” 

In the study room of the main villa at Tanner Residence. 

“Take the DNA remnants on this cake box for a lab test.” 

Mr. Tanner closed his eyes and casually stroked his beard. He instructed his butler, who stood before him, with indifference. “Apart from the DNA of Miles’ son on this box, the remaining DNA belongs to Cherise. Compare her DNA with mine.” 

The butler acknowledged the instructions and put on rubber gloves before taking the box. away. “Mr. Tanner, if the test results show that she is your granddaughter…” 

“Should we inform Mr. Beckham?” 

“Considering that he plans to…at the birthday banquet in two days…” 

“No need.” 

Mr. Tanner yawned. “Even if she is a descendant of the Tanner family, I don’t think she wants to stay in this gilded cage.” 

“Go and conduct the test. We can discuss the rest later.” 

Cherise and Blake spent the entire day at Tanner Residence watching sitcoms. 

At night, Damien returned, with a slight musty smell. 

He had returned too late. The dinner at Tanner Residence had already ended. 

Therefore, Cherise found the backdoor for servants at Tanner Residence and used her own money to buy salmon before rushing to the kitchen to make honey garlic salmon for 

Damien. 

When Damien returned, she served the piping hot honey garlic salmon to him in their 

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room. 

“Honey, you’ve been busy all day. You probably haven’t eaten, right?” 

The girl handed him a set of cutlery with a beaming smile. “I haven’t cooked for you long time.” 

The man, who had been troubled by financial statements all day, had a smile on the corners of his lips. He raised his hands to stroke her head. “You’re the best.” 

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Cherise grinned, her face slightly flushed. Tm your wife, and you’re my husband. It’s my duty to cook for you.” 

Damien smiled as he picked up his cutlery to cat. 

The fragrant aroma and tender fish instantly washed away his exhaustion. 

As he ate, he listened to Cherise talk about what had happened and the sitcoms she had watched. 

During her conversation, she mentioned Zachary, who had waited for her to eat cake in the morning. 

The man narrowed his eyes slightly. “Did he say anything strange to you?” 

“Strange?” 

Cherise lay on Damien’s legs, furrowing her brow as she pondered. “He did.” 

“He asked me about Uncle Shaw’s name.” 

“He asked you about Uncle Shaw’s name?” 

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling Zachary’s conversation with Raymond. 

“Perhaps his real name isn’t even Elvis Miles.”