Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise remained silent.

This man had become so skilled at sweet–talking!

In the presidential suite of a five–star hotel in Adania.

A loud “bang” echoed as the expensive, diamond–studded phone was violently thrown to the ground.

Yolanda clenched her fists in anger, her eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

Cherise returned home without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep.

It felt like she was a small boat in the sea, carried along by Damien’s tumultuous waves.

The following day, she luxuriously slept until noon.

At noon, Cherise was abruptly awakened by the sunlight streaming into her room.

As she glanced outside at the bright sunshine, a wave of chaos swept over her heart.

The next moment, she retrieved her phone and glanced at the screen.

Immediately, the entire manor resonated with the enraged voice of a woman, “Late for work again!!!”

new job,

facing the same scenario on her second day, she felt

off and explain her tardiness to her colleagues, especially

thought of facing her coworkers and providing excuses caused her head to ache.

as she grappled with this dilemma, Heather’s voice came through the phone,

took half a day of sick leave and asked if you could come

to it, he can

a

“This sick leave…”

managed to sway the people at

as she was about to respond, a more pressing concern crossed her mind.

rest for a few days. How could she have

her body even handle

“It’s nothing.”

chirped, seemingly catching on to Cherise’s unease. “Just a

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

bed, quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an inch. I’ll be over

on the other end, her tone wary. “Cherise, forget

be more active

“Forget what?”