Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 1180

Chapter 1180 "Tell Me More!"
Cherise rolled her eyes playfully at Mandy's teasing. Of course, Damien, with his massive ego, would never admit to the crazy things he had done for her!

Cherise cleared her throat softly. "Oh, I know that, of course! But..." She smiled mischievously at Mandy, adding, "I'm just a bit bored right now. How about we chat a bit more? I want to relive some of the silly things my husband did for me back then."

Mandy kept her calm. "Hmmm, craving some fruit all of a sudden. Any chance..."

Cherise cut her off, already throwing on her coat. "Strawberries coming right up! A quick wash, and they'll be yours! Just wait!"

"Sounds good!" Mandy settled on the bay window seat, basking in the warm sun and the peaceful view.

Suddenly, a jolt shot through her as she spotted a familiar figure in the parking lot below. Her brow furrowed, and her body tensed. As if sensing Mandy's stare, the woman looked up, a fleeting smile gracing her lips before turning away.

Mandy squinted slightly, thinking to herself. She just won't give up, will she?

Downstairs, Damien lounged on the sofa, watching Cherise diligently wash fruit in the kitchen.

Just moments ago, she slumbered soundly, refusing to open her eyes. She had even shooed him downstairs, urging him to silence the bickering between Mandy and Colin so they wouldn't disturb her sleep.

Now, here she was, a burst of sunshine personified, humming happily as she prepped fruit in the kitchen?

He wondered what spell Mandy had cast on his normally sleep-loving wife to inspire such industriousness.

Damien couldn't hold it in any longer. He spoke up as Cherise walked by with a plate overflowing with strawberries. "Hey, what about me? I'm starving too, you know."

Cherise's lips pursed into a thin line, clearly not amused by his complaints. "There's a bag of pierogis I made stashed in the freezer. Heat them up yourself if you're hungry."

Damien was speechless. This was a first. Never before had Cherise treated him with such indifference.

Usually, his ever-so-sweet wife would dash to the kitchen at the mere mention of hunger, whipping up something delicious in a flash. But now, here she was, fruit platter in hand, not offering to share a single bite, and instead telling him to make his own breakfast?

Frustration bubbled up inside him. "What the hell did Mandy do to you?"

Damien was convinced that this sudden shift in Cherise's behavior had to be Mandy's doing.