Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1072 A Long-due Response The sroutine played out before Savannah's eyes again. The last tSteve bought a corndog for Cherise, she shook her head and said, "Again? I remember telling you that I don't like these." Annoyed, she would set it in front of Savannah.

He would then smile sheepishly and say, "Really? Perhaps I remembered incorrectly," while scratching the back of his head.

The next the rolled around, he would still present Cherise with the exact sfood and give the sexcuse.

Savannah had always thought that Steve had the memory of a goldfish. But this time, Cherise's revelation finally pulled the curtain on his behavior.

His memory wasn't poor at all. In fact, it was excellent.

Savannah was touched that he played a fool all these while just to win her favor. Her eyes gradually shifted from the food to the average, homely man standing before her.

Steve was straight-up ugly compared to a dashing hunk like Trent Boult. She admitted that this had always been her perception of him.

Even the other girls thought so, too. When they graduated from high school, every girl in their class agreed that they wouldn't marry Steve even if they were desperate for a husband in the future. Their reasoning? They feared his uncomely features might be passed on to the next generation.

However, Savannah couldn't help but stare admiringly at the naïve and jovial Steve. All prejudice against him melted away, and even though he was grinning like a child, she felt like he towered above her as a remarkably thoughtful and dependable man.

Noting Savannah's lack of reaction, he pursed his lips and glanced at Cherise. "I bought these corndogs for you. Aren't you going to eat them?" he said audibly, hoping to get her attention.

Cherise grudgingly shrugged, "Why should I?" Savannah gritted her teeth. Pulling her lips into a slight frown, she snatched corndogs from his hand, "I know you bought them for me." "Cherise doesn't like this. You've known that since high school," she confronted him.

Stunned, Steve managed to squeeze out an awkward smile. "I have a poor memory," he said, giving the sexcuse like he always did.

"Idiot." She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, and repeated, "You idiot." He frowned, "Sav, are you..." "Shut up," she interrupted, "I'm scolding you, so just shut up and listen." "...Okay, I'm listening," Steve replied meekly.

"You're an idiot." "... Yes, I'm an idiot," he parroted, lost for words.

"You're a big, stupid idiot." "...I'm a big, stupid idiot." "You're so, so stupid..." Her voice finally trailed off.

Savannah pressed her lips together tightly, giving in to the tears rolling down her cheeks. She turned away, longed to throw herself into Steve's bosom and embrace him then and there.

But she did not. She reached out and wrapped her index fingers around his. "You've likedfor so many years..." she mumbled, gradually looking back into his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" Steve was dumbfounded. He had no idea what cinto Savannah. All he could do was subconsciously look up and try to signal Cherise for help.

But Cherise didn't couldn't meet his gaze.

"This man had religiously kept his rue feelings hidden for so many 'ears. He was so painfully shy he couldn't speak to her withouttumbling over his words. And yet, all it took was one afternoon for her o reveal all his closely guarded ecrets to Savannah. Cherise knew she had to leave the scene she had created. Taking advantage of her petite figure, she slipped into the gap between the two and sprinted for the door. "I'm going to look for my husband. You guys talk it out!" she yelled and left the room. Leaving the two alone, she hurriedly ran towards the end of the corridor.

She briefly looked back and collided head-on with a man approaching her when she reached the corner. "What's with the rush?" Cherise momentarily lost balance, but Damien reached out his hand and pulled her into his arms. He patted her head, perplexed by her frantic behavior. "How did the et conversation with Savannah go?" he asked. She turned her head back towards Savannah and Steve's direction and pursed her lips nervously. "It's... going well." He glanced at where she was looking and saw them standing at the room door.

Steve was visibly tense, his shoulders raised, and his back stiffened. Savannah stood before him, her hands clutching his while her eyes were transfixed.

Her eyes were sad and convoluted, while the man's were vacant.

"It seems like Savannah is more worked up about Steve rather than being genuinely in love with him, isn't it?" Cherise frowned slightly. No matter how you looked at them, they didn't seem like a couple in love. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Damien smiled at her concern. He reached up and pinched her cheek, "Let's give them time," he suggested.

"After all, reestablishing their relationship as a married couple after only being ex-classmates for a long twill take time." After sthought, Cherise nodded keenly. "Yes, just like how we were in the beginning, right?" "What do you mean 'like how we were'?" Damien teased.

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