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!!!”

Cherise’s first day at her new job, yet

on her second day, she felt

request time off and explain

coworkers and providing excuses

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

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

you’re not up to it, he can grant another day

was at a loss for

“This sick leave…”

Damien managed to sway the people at the research institute.

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

rest for a few days. How could she have sustained such an injury and show

body even handle

“It’s nothing.”

unease.

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

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

other end, her tone wary. “Cherise, forget

might even be more active than you

“Forget what?”