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

knowingly, “Mrs. Lenoir, you

that you have been extremely busy lately,

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

Lenoir, is that when he is alone, his aura becomes quite

to Raymond and Tristan were determined by Old Mr. Lenoir before his passing, and

company is worried, speculating that the Lenoir Group will

and cleared her throat, “But what I said may not be entirely accurate. I only overheard it

the boiling pierogis in the pot, feeling like Pandora’s box

had been suppressing his own troubles to prevent her from feeling sad and upset?

could assist him

hasn’t Dad come back yet?”

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

we eat yet?”