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.

and black boots and exuded a cool and refined demeanor. However, her noticeable bosom caught his attention, sending a surge

he nodded, “Fine. Do I have any other choice? As long as you can get my dad out safely. I’m

gave Tristan a look, extinguishing the cigarette in her

and Charles, held hostage by their daughter’s

She turned around with a mix of determination and something else flickering in her

always meant the world to

dropped. Maeve’s apology caught him off

finally speaking her truth, joy at the potential reconciliation, and perhaps a touch of uncertainty

it. Perhaps her perspective was limited, but her actions stemmed from a genuine desire to