Marrying the Man in the Dark

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Chapter 759 Lucy’s Stomach Doing Flips

Never in a million years would Heather have guessed that this seemingly enraged woman, unleashing her fury on

Lennon, was Cherise’s close friend! It made Heather feel insignificant and a pang of hurt as a relative newcomer to

Cherise’s circle.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared to speak. However, Lennon, who had been observing the scene with a frosty

demeanor, interjected with a scoff.

“Heather simply wasn’t aware. I don’t make a habit of broadcasting my medical history. Besides, you should know

better than anyone whether I’m ‘fit’ or ‘capable’ enough, I supposed?”

He said, his eyes flashing with a hint of insinuation and challenge.

Lucy’s hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she quickly replaced her anger with a smirk as she pulled up a

chair beside Lennon. “Fine. Whatever you drink, I’ll match.”

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With that, she shot a frosty glare across the table at Heather. “How many drinks has he had?”

Heather was completely blindsided. This turn of events was unexpected. Hesitantly, she raised three fingers.

“Three, it is. Lucy grabbed the bottle, filled her glass, and downed it. Without pausing, she poured another and

repeated the process several times.

When she finished her third drink, the hand holding the glass was shaking slightly.

She looked at Heather, “If I hadn’t smashed that last drink on the floor, it would have been four, right?”

Heather, speechless, could only manage a nod.

Ignoring the tremor in her hand, Lucy poured herself another drink. Just as she raised the glass to her lip Lennon’s

face hardened. He snatched the glass from her grasp and hurled it against the floor, where glass. shards were

scattered everywhere.

He roared, “Have you lost your mind?!”

While Lucy had a high tolerance for alcohol, her stomach was less forgiving. Having consumed so much. on an

empty stomach, she knew the consequences wouldn’t be far behind.

“I was just being your drinking buddy. Now we both feel like death warmed over, so let’s toast to that! Come! Toast

to being partners in misery until the very end! Maybe even rivals in the next life!”

She reached for another drink with a nonchalant shrug, but Lennon grabbed her wrist firmly.

“Enough, Lucy!” he exclaimed. His voice was a low growl, but his eyes held a concern that betrayed his

anger.

Heather, silent until now, finally understood. In fact, there was no way she could miss it; Lennon was clearly head

over heels for Lucy.

Feeling embarrassed, Heather turned away.

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Meanwhile, Lucy fiercely shook off Lennon’s hand. “Cut the act, Lenn! I’m not falling for it anymore. Just,

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fu*k off!”

With that, she stormed out. Then, she stopped dead in her tracks, turned away from Lennon, and flashed Cherise a

quick, discreet sign.

One look at Lucy’s pale face and urgent gesture was enough for Cherise to understand. This girl wast putting on a

strong front, but her stomach was probably doing somersaults.

Cherise bit her lip, wanting to intervene, but Lucy waved her off. Even in pain, she wouldn’t let Lennon see her

weakness.

But just as she took another step, the world tilted on its axis, before Lucy could react, she was swept up in a warm,

firm embrace.

Lennon’s voice, with a hint of teasing, came from above. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed your stomach doing. flips.

You’re not very good at hiding it, you know.”

He turned and walked out, carrying Lucy with ease, bridal style. Cherise, biting her lip, was about to follow them

when Damien stepped in her path, blocking her way.

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