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 demeanor. However, her noticeable bosom caught his attention, sending a surge of blood

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

the cigarette in her hand, “Good,

hostage by their daughter’s sleep cycle, hurried out after

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

meant the world to me, so Dame showing you more favor, even over his

dropped. Maeve’s apology caught him off guard, maybe even

range of emotions: relief at finally speaking her truth, joy at the potential reconciliation, and perhaps a

was limited, but her actions stemmed from a genuine