Marrying the Man in the Dark Chapter 1077-Unwanted Eyes Indeed, Damien’s vulnerability likely stemmed from his profound connection with Cherise.
——— “I’m heading there too!” Savannah’s voice resonated through the room.
Upon Steve’s announcement of his plan to visit Cherise at the police station, Savannah swiftly rose from her seat. “I can’t shake this feeling of unease without her by my side…”
Steve pinched his nose bridge. “I intend to visit her illicitly.”
“If you accompany me, it would only draw us unwanted eyes,” he added, his tone firm yet considerate.
Savannah pouted defiantly. “Why does it matter if it draws us unwanted eyes?”
“As cherished friends, isn’t it our duty to stand by someone unjustly accused?”
Steve responded with a helpless shake of his head, accompanied by a heavy sigh.
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1077/1090 “You brought it up yourself; Cherry was framed,” Steve explained.
“The person with the precise knowledge of yesterday’s events, who conveniently pinned the blame on Cherry, must be someone within our midst.”
“We’re exposed while they operate from the shadows. I don’t want to entangle you in this.”
“Damien and I will have to increase our efforts even more should you find yourself targeted again.”
Steve’s eyes were clear and open as he relayed the words to her.
Savannah was momentarily caught off guard by his response, her confusion evident. After a brief moment, she hesitantly retreated a step. “How… how can I help Cherry?”
Steve considered for a moment. “I’ve heard that Damien and Cherry have a pair of five-year-old twins.”
“How about shopping and picking out some gifts for the kids?”
Savannah reluctantly agreed to Steve’s suggestion; her lips pressed into a tight line as she complied.
Once Steve had left, Savannah dismissed the idea of applying makeup.
Instead, she opted for a casual ponytail and grabbed a duffle bag before departing from the house.
Savannah found herself less inclined to pick out presents for Cherise’s twins; her foremost concern was for their mother.
The notion of a young girl enduring confinement in such a place weighed heavily on her mind. How frightened must she be?
The thought of being falsely accused and detained was undeniably distressing.
Lost in contemplation, Savannah roamed the streets of Calais with a heavy heart, her thoughts consumed by these troubling reflections.
“Hello there, miss,” a voice interrupted as she strolled along.
After what seemed like an indefinite period of wandering, a sleek black Maserati glided to a stop beside her.
The window smoothly slid down, revealing the handsome face of a man.
“Where are you going? Need a ride?”
Upon hearing the stranger’s invitation, Savannah pivoted toward the sound.
Her eyes widened as she beheld his image. He was so strikingly handsome that she couldn’t help but gape in awe.
He possessed a beauty that rivaled other women! she marveled to herself.
“Uh… miss?”
The man’s voice broke her reverie.
Savannah coughed awkwardly and mustered a smile for the stranger. “No, thank you. I’ll just continue exploring on my own.”
“But I’d be honored to offer a ride to a beautiful lady like yourself,” the man smoothly interjected, gracing Savannah with an elegant smile that carried a touch of warmth. “It’s not every day I find myself initiating a chat with such a lovely lady on the roadside. I hope you’ll be kind enough to spare me any embarrassment.”
Savannah couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his slightly flustered and endearing demeanor.
She regarded his face thoughtfully. “With looks like that, don’t women usually take the first step to talk to you?”
The man’s eyebrows knitted in response as he moved his gaze upward as if contemplating a response. After a short pause, he dipped his head thoughtfully. “To a certain degree, yes.”
“So, will you indulge me?”
“Or I might start doubting my own physical looks,” he added with a hint of humor.
Savannah offered him a warm smile. “You don’t need to worry on that front; you’re quite handsome.”
“The only issue is that recently, I’ve found myself drawn to people who look more… normal, I suppose,” she added, a hint of shyness creeping into her expression.
Glancing up at him with a worried expression, she muttered awkwardly, “I apologize,” before she held the duffel bag closer to her and swiftly made her departure.
Seated within the confines of the Maserati, the man watched Savannah’s departure with narrowed eyes, a chilling smile curling his lips.
At that moment, a black Cayenne glided to a stop behind his vehicle.
A figure clad in a sleek black suit emerged from the Cayenne and approached him with deliberate steps. “I expect it’s due time for a serious discussion, Mr.
Gray.”The stranger’s head spun around immediately, his captivating gaze fixing upon the newcomer. Recognition flashed in his eyes, and they dangerously narrowed. “Damien?”
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