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, yet she slept

same scenario on her second day, she

she continue to request time off and explain her tardiness to her colleagues, especially the

mere thought of facing her coworkers and providing excuses

voice came through the phone, “Cherise, are you not feeling

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

if you’re not up to it, he can grant another day off.”

at a

“This sick leave…”

couldn’t fathom how Damien managed to sway the people

she was about to respond, a more pressing concern

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

body even

“It’s nothing.”

chirped, seemingly catching on to Cherise’s unease.

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an

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

I might even be more active than

“Forget what?”