Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1073 A Celebration Dinner "Remind me, who watched 'reference videos,'" Damien made quotation marks in the air with his fingers, "and claimed they're able to take charge on the first night of our marriage?" Damien teased, glancing at Cherise's blushing face.

His lips curled into a smirk. "I still remember what you said back then." Damien leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You said you wanted to go on top?" "So many years have passed since then. When's it going to happen?" He nudged her gently. Cherise's face flushed red with embarrassment, and she turned away. "Hmph, I never had the chance," she grumbled.

Sspecific power dynamics had never changed since the beginning of their relationship. In bedroom matters, whether in the past or present, her initiative or his, he always becthe dominant one. Truthfully, she wanted to be on top but had yet to get the chance.

But now, discussing who would be on top was not her main priority.

"Look, Steve bought corndogs for Sav," she pointed out, looking at her husband. "I'm hungry too!" Damien chuckled, "You want to corndogs too?" Cherise glared at him, "That's not what I meant!" In high school, she always allowed Savannah to eat the corndogs Steve bought for her by refraining from eating any. The sight of corndogs reminded her of her attempts as Steve's wing-woman, making the cringy memories flood and kill her appetite.

"Then let's get sdrumsticks," Damien suggested with an endearing smile. "There's a restaurant on the second floor of this hotel that serves drumsticks. Is that all right with you?" She nodded in satisfaction, "Drumsticks will do!" "I want alcohol, too!" she added.

Damien raised his eyebrows. "Alcohol?" Chapter 1073 1 Having endured one of the most stressful periods of her life, just for one night, she longed to release all her worries and simply let herself becintoxicated.

"Mhm, sounds good," Damien relented, relating to her troubles. "Well, the last tyou saw Savannah and Steve was seven or eight years ago, right? You should catch up with each other." Cherise nodded, "Then let's get drunk tonight in Calais! We'll only go back to Shawbury tomorrow." "Okay," Damien responded.

Night fell. As Damien had requested, Mr. Hampson prepared a rich banquet with Cherise's favorite dishes and swine. He knew Cherise couldn't hold her liquor, so he ensured the wine was rich but not intoxicating.

"Woah, look at how well Mr. Lenoir treats Cherry!" Steve remarked as he moved to his seat, admiring a table full of mouth-watering dishes.

"Don't bluff!" Cherise said with a smile, "You treat Sav like a princess, too!" Savannah blushed. "Don't tease me," she pleaded as she took the opposite seat from her.

Savannah's embarrassed response relieved Cherise. Her bashful reaction meant that she was getting invested in Steve's relationship. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Savannah's previous relationship ne ended in agony, but if she stuck around Steve, Cherise knew that she could regain her footing in no time.

She raised her glass for a toast and yelled, "To our reunion!" "To our reunion!" Steve raised his glass, clinking it with Cherise's.

After a few rounds of drinks, Savannah started to feel drowsy from the effects of the alcohol and laid her head on Steve's shoulder Suddenly, her phone rang with a video call from Stella Page. She picked it up immediately. "Sav!" Stella's voice cthrough angrily. "Are you still with Trent Boult? I'm warning you, break up now!" mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1 mmMwWLliI0fifl0&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1