Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Family matters? What’s the latest family drama?” Charles’ voice resonated through the phone

Damien chuckled, balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he skillfully chopped vegetables. “Nothing too exciting, just preparing some food for my father-in-law and the gang, keeping myself occupied.”

Charles, on the other end, spluttered. “You… you’re cooking?” he stammered. “Since when? But you told me you couldn’t even boil water when I asked you to make dinner forMacve!”

Damien flashed a teasing grin. “Nope, wife-only policy, just like your sister-only rule with cooking. You have hands and feet, buddy, so cook for your own lady.”

He ended the call before Charles could respond.

On the other end, Charles stared at his phone, mouth agape. So Damien wasn’t helpless in the kitchen. He was just pretending! Because Charles, with his perfectly capable hands and feet, should be cooking for his wife, Maeve. Damien might love his sister, but family ties didn’t extend to the kitchen in his world, apparently!

she saw Charles’s frown. She gently patted the little girl cradled in her

talk later, he’s busy.” Charles turned to Maeve,

with! He’s actually preparing a feast for Cherise and Beckham! The same guy who refused to cook me a simple

She gently patted her sleeping daughter with one hand and looked

up. “Good? You consider catering

isn’t he? Remember when you first met Dame? You told me he was distant, cold towards the world, and destined to be alone. Now look at him, preparing gourmet meals

sighed, a wave of relief washing over her. “He has always been this cold, reserved guy. Although I wasn’t around much then, Grandpa always nagged about Dame’s personality, saying making friends for him would be like climbing Mount Everest in flip- flops. But then Cherry came along

feit betrayed when even

mumbled, but doubt gnawed at

he’s making dinner for Cherise and her dad, then turns around and gives