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!!!”

day at her new job, yet

the same scenario on her second day, she felt a growing

to request time off and explain her tardiness to her colleagues,

mere thought of facing her coworkers and providing

she grappled with this dilemma, Heather’s voice came through the phone, “Cherise, are you not feeling

if you

also said if you’re not up to

a loss for words.

“This sick leave…”

Damien managed to sway the people at the research institute.

respond, a more pressing concern crossed her

yesterday, and the doctor advised her to rest for a few days. How could she have sustained such an injury and show

even handle it?

“It’s nothing.”

catching on to Cherise’s unease. “Just

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

ado, she sprang from the bed, quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an

on the other end, her

even be more active than

“Forget what?”