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.

she had never sensed any signs of worry or distress on his

knowingly, “Mrs. Lenoir, you

you have been extremely busy

that his concerns would burden you, so whenever you’re around, he holds you

don’t know, Mrs. Lenoir, is that when he is

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

worried, speculating that the Lenoir

spoke, she realized she had divulged too much information and cleared her throat, “But what I said may not be entirely accurate. I only overheard

the pot, feeling like Pandora’s box had been opened in her heart.

to prevent her from feeling sad

only she could assist him with

why hasn’t Dad come back yet?”

audibly. With a pleading look,

eat yet?”