Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Gwenn commented, “Don’t bother. You and your father have never been on his radar, so anything you say is pointless.”

She looked at Tristan with a subtle stare and continued, “I’m not here for small talk. I’m asking if you will join forces because I can help save your father.”

After a moment, Tristan furrowed his brows and smirked bitterly, “How can I trust you? I can’t just believe you’re reliable because you say so, can I?”

Ever since his father blinded him five years ago, Tristan had lost trust in his own parents, let alone a woman he had never met.

Gwenn stated indifferently, “You just need to tell me if you’re willing or not. I’ll contact you after I rescue your father and let you know what I want you to do.”

Tristan furrowed his brows again, lowering his head to assess the woman, who was a half-head shorter than him.

dressed in a red trench coat and black boots and exuded a cool and refined

choice? As long

gave Tristan a look, extinguishing the cigarette

and Charles, held hostage by their daughter’s sleep cycle,

mix of determination and something else

always meant the world to me, so Dame showing you more favor, even over his sister, confused me. But now, I see it clearly. Both of you

Maeve’s apology caught him off guard, maybe even left him

at finally speaking her truth, joy

did it. Perhaps her perspective was limited, but her actions stemmed from