Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Sebastian stood still, his gaze fixed on Cherise’s departing figure, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. As he watched her walk away, he couldn’t help but squint slightly, silently clenching his hands by his side.

She seemed much calmer and more composed than he had imagined. Her demeanor exuded maturity.

Yet, despite her newfound poise, Sebastian yearned for the carefree version of her that he had known in the past.

Upon returning home, Cherise dedicated three hours to preparing dinner for the evening.

Frances, her loyal assistant, smiled, “If Mr. Lenoir knew that you had prepared such a feast for him, he would undoubtedly be overjoyed!”

“Lately, Mr. Lenoir has been preoccupied with the company’s affairs… Tonight, he will surely wear a smile on his face!”

As Cherise placed the final pierogis into the pot, a sense of concern crept over her. She turned to Frances and asked, “Has he been troubled recently?”

Why hadn’t she noticed?

In theory, since she slept beside him daily, she should have been acutely aware of his mood and emotions more than anyone else.

despite their proximity, she had never sensed any signs of worry or distress on his face.

Lenoir, you wouldn’t have

that you have been extremely busy lately, with

fears that his concerns would burden you, so whenever you’re around, he holds you close with a

when

of the company that were allocated to Raymond and Tristan were determined by Old Mr. Lenoir before his passing, and he

speculating that the Lenoir Group will soon be renamed the

she realized she had divulged too much information and cleared her throat, “But what I said

her lips and stared intently at the boiling pierogis in the pot, feeling like Pandora’s box had been opened in her heart.

suppressing his own troubles to prevent

assist him

Dad come back yet?”

lay sprawled across the table, her stomach grumbling audibly. With a pleading look,

eat yet?”