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!

her brow as she saw Charles’s frown. She gently patted

busy.” Charles turned

and Beckham! The same

lips. She gently patted her sleeping daughter with one hand and looked up at Charles with raised

consider catering

Remember when you first met Dame? You told me he was distant, cold towards the world, and destined to

always nagged about Dame’s personality, saying making friends for him would be like

even Macve spoke

he mumbled, but doubt gnawed at him. Could he

gave Maeve a helpless look. “But he’s making dinner for Cherise and her dad, then turns around