Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1043 Cheap Damien

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," Damien countered, a sly smile emerging. "I bet your teacher remembers that little incident quite

vividly."

A stunned silence descended upon the table.

Cherise, raised in a mountain village's harsh yet beautiful environment, had always known the power of education. College

entrance exams becher holy grail, and she studied with unwavering determination. This seriousness, however, cat a cost.

Throughout high school, her peers perceived Cherise as unyielding, frumpy, and socially awkward. Basically, a bookworm who

preferred the company of pages over people.

It was no surprise then that she becthe target of her classmates’ not-so-subtle bullying.

Cherise, the wise soul she was, knew arguing with them was pointless, so she ignored them and focused on her dreams.

These memories were a distant, dusty box in Cherise's mind. But Damien, bless his heart, seemed to know all about it.

Cherise watched Damien in stunned silence. The way he stood up for her and the unexpected fierceness in his defense against

those women tugged at her heartstrings. She hadn't realized how much he cared.

An awkward silence stretched across the table. Finally, the big guy who called Cherise over decided to break the ice. "Alright,

alright, let's forget the . We're all stuck here at the stable, might as well enjoy the food, right? Besides, fate brought us

together, no point in dwelling on old stuff."

He turned to Cherise with a forced smile. "What do you say, Cherry?"

Cherise took a slow sip of her wine. "The past is water under the bridge for me, but speople just never lose their annoying

ways, no matter how much tpasses."

One of the women scoffed. "Ugh, give it a rest with the diva act, already."

"Might have found herself a young, handsgigolo, trying to act all superior," another chimed in.

"Disgusting! How dare she dredge up ancient history."

"This is our turf. Who does she think she is, bringing a petty outsider here to stir up trouble?"

"Exactly! Bringing up old baggage like simmature child."

Damien's smile was barely perceptible. "I must confess, I can be petty."

The room fell silent. The previously confident woman's face drained of color, her retort dying on her lips.

The woman's face, caked in makeup, let out a derisive snort. "The audacity! It's Sav's big day, and you are literally ruining it! Don't

you have any class?"

Cherise sneered. "Hey, I just gave Ariana, Savannah's cousin, a ride. Her invitation broughthere. But the way you all are acting

is disgusting! You could've just ignored us, then we wouldn't have this ruining Savannah's wedding."

Another woman leaned in with a sly smile. "So, you brought Savannah's cousin here in what, a covered wagon? Your husband's

clothes look like they cfrom a discount bin."

Her eyes scanned Damien's outfit with disdain. "Are you sure you can afford a decent car?"

Cherise couldn't help but burst out laughing. Damien's outfit was actually expensive!

Damien's outfit, which would have earned envious stares back in Adania, made him look "cheap" in this tiny, close-minded town.

Guess this was his rude awakening to small-town judgment.

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