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 the little

Charles

preparing a feast for Cherise and Beckham! The same guy who refused

sleeping daughter with one

“Good? You consider catering to Cherise’s every whim

cold towards the world, and destined

Grandpa always nagged about Dame’s personality, saying making friends for him would be like climbing Mount Everest in flip- flops.

feit betrayed when even Macve spoke up

gnawed at him.

dinner for Cherise and her dad, then turns around and gives me a hard time about pasta! Aren’t