Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606 Mr Handsome Next Door? 

Cherise raised her eyebrows, meeting his gaze that held a mischievous sparkle. She caught a glimpse of her flushed reflection in his eyes, and warmth spread across her cheeks. 

Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she asked, “What kind of thank you gift does Mr. Lenoir expect? Aren’t these pierogis enough?” 

Her gaze shifted to the plate of pierogis, evidence of her afternoon spent taking the children to the market. 

Just moments ago, Serafina had complained about the pierogis, but Soren, wise beyond his years, remarked, “Sera, don’t be silly. I don’t think Mom made them for us.” 

Serafina furrowed her brow in confusion. “But Mommy doesn’t have a boyfriend, it’s just us. Who are they for? Is it for Grandpa? Or that attractive man next door?” 

With a conspiratorial grin, Soren leaned in and whispered, “Maybe we’ll have a daddy soon…” 

Cherise found herself haunted by her son’s words as Serafina’s persistent questions about having a father on the way home tested Cherise’s patience and wit. “When will I have a daddy, Mommy? Will he be handsome? Will he give me strawberries like the man next door?” 

Exhausted from their relentless questioning, Cherise finally snapped, “No daddy anytime. soon, okay?” 

Soren smirked. “Gotcha! You said it yourself, and I recorded it.” 

Cherise’s breath caught. Soren, with his uncanny intuition, must have sensed something… 

Her 

gaze shifted to Damien, a mischievous reflection of their son, although Soren melted her heart while Damien possessed a captivating allure that threatened to consume her. 

He smiled knowingly, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Pierogis? Just an appetizer. You know what I truly desire.” 

His gaze held her captive, making her squirm. “We’re not together anymore! We’re neighbors now, alright? Good neighbors,” she trailed off, her voice barely a whisper, “I just… see you as a friend. Don’t push this.” 

The man chuckled, his eyes twinkling with an enigmatic expression. “Push what? Is your imagination running wild, Dr. Shaw?” 

He pushed his plate away, wiped his mouth, and stood up, gradually closing the distance between them. His voice, low and seductive, sent a shiver down Cherise’s spine. “Am I 

overthinking, or are you the one misunderstanding, Dr. Shaw?” 

He set down his fork, casually wiped his mouth, and rose, slowly closing the gap between them. “Or perhaps your desires are more intense than you care to admit? I simply mentione what I crave, that’s all. What did your mind conjure?” 

Cherise clenched her teeth. Did he really ask what she thought? His suggestive remark was practically a flashing neon sign!