Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 759

Chapter 759 Lucy’s Stomach Doing Flips

Never in a million years would Heather have guessed that this seemingly enraged woman, unleashing her fury on Lennon, was Cherise’s close friend! It made Heather feel insignificant and a pang of hurt as a relative newcomer to Cherise’s circle. 

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to speak. However, Lennon, who had been observing the scene with a frosty demeanor, interjected with a scoff. 

“Heather simply wasn’t aware. I don’t make a habit of broadcasting my medical history. Besides, you should know better than anyone whether I’m ‘fit’ or ‘capable’ enough, I supposed?” 

He said, his eyes flashing with a hint of insinuation and challenge. 

Lucy’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she quickly replaced her anger with a smirk as she pulled up a chair beside Lennon. “Fine. Whatever you drink, I’ll match.” 

With that, she shot a frosty glare across the table at Heather. “How many drinks has he had?” 

Heather was completely blindsided. This turn of events was unexpected. Hesitantly, she raised three fingers. 

“Three, it is. Lucy grabbed the bottle, filled her glass, and downed it. Without pausing, she poured another and repeated the process several times. 

When she finished her third drink, the hand holding the glass was shaking slightly. 

She looked at Heather, “If I hadn’t smashed that last drink on the floor, it would have been four, right?” 

Heather, speechless, could only manage a nod. 

Ignoring the tremor in her hand, Lucy poured herself another drink. Just as she raised the glass to her lip Lennon’s face hardened. He snatched the glass from her grasp and hurled it against the floor, where glass. shards were scattered everywhere. 

He roared, “Have you lost your mind?!” 

While Lucy had a high tolerance for alcohol, her stomach was less forgiving. Having consumed so much. on an empty stomach, she knew the consequences wouldn’t be far behind. 

“I was just being your drinking buddy. Now we both feel like death warmed over, so let’s toast to that! Come! Toast to being partners in misery until the very end! Maybe even rivals in the next life!” 

She reached for another drink with a nonchalant shrug, but Lennon grabbed her wrist firmly. 

“Enough, Lucy!” he exclaimed. His voice was a low growl, but his eyes held a concern that betrayed his 

anger. 

Heather, silent until now, finally understood. In fact, there was no way she could miss it; Lennon was clearly head over heels for Lucy. 

Feeling embarrassed, Heather turned away. 

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Meanwhile, Lucy fiercely shook off Lennon’s hand. “Cut the act, Lenn! I’m not falling for it anymore. Just, 

fu*k off!”