Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“It’s not due to my experience,”

Yolanda calmly asserted, “but rather, the inevitable decay that awaits anything left unattended.”

“Even if it’s not me, there will be someone else.”

With these words, she lowered her head and tenderly patted Heather’s face, feigning compassion. “Don’t you agree?”

Heather was in such agony that she could barely speak.

The pain clouded her comprehension of Yolanda’s conversation with Cherise.

So when Yolanda sought confirmation, and Heather emitted a low, hoarse “Mm,” it was more a reflex than a conscious response.

“You see, even your friend acknowledges it.”

Yolanda chuckled softly, squeezing the cotton swab as she applied the medicine to Heather’s wounds.

“Ah-!”

Heather cried out in agony.

“But one must exercise caution in choosing companions.”

Yolanda glanced at Mr. Whitlock, who promptly moved to restrain Heather’s flailing arm.

“Better treatment options are available, yet Mrs. Lenoir recommended futile remedies for your friend.”

be associated

her statement with a

She understood that

with Cherise that Heather found herself in this

“Yolanda.”

tightened her lips. “Let’s settle our affairs

“Is that so?”

to Cherise. “How does Mrs. Lenoir intend to

are clear. I desire only Damien.” Yolanda responded bluntly,

no room for

once more, accusing, “So you aspire to be a

audacious!” she admonished.

by the criticism, Yolanda maintained her composure. “Kenny, slap her

Mr.

the command, Mr. Whitlock’s hand

the blows left Heather

ached, prompting her to rush forward and

what match was she, a woman,

aside, causing her to lose her footing and stumble

braced herself for impact with the ground,

“Are you alright?”

male voice reached her ears as the stranger lifted

movements were gentle and respectful, showing no hint of impropriety.