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!!!”

marked Cherise’s first day at her new job, yet she slept until

the same scenario on her second day, she felt

she continue to request time off and explain

coworkers and providing excuses caused her head to

grappled with this dilemma, Heather’s voice came through

if you could come in for the afternoon,” Heather relayed over the

to

a loss for

“This sick leave…”

sway the

more pressing concern crossed her mind. “Heather, did you go to

rest for a few days. How could she have

body even

“It’s nothing.”

unease. “Just a minor injury. Work comes

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

further ado, she sprang from the bed, quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an inch. I’ll be over in an instant.”

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

even be

“Forget what?”