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

same scenario on her second day, she

would she continue to request time off and explain her tardiness

facing her coworkers and providing excuses caused

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

of sick leave and asked if you could come in for the afternoon,” Heather relayed

to it, he

at a loss for

“This sick leave…”

fathom how Damien managed to sway the people

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

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

even

“It’s nothing.”

catching on to Cherise’s unease.

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t

other end, her tone

even be more active than you

“Forget what?”