Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise had just taken a step when a resounding crash followed. Her exquisite makeup made intimate contact with the carpet.

‘Hiss!’

As she began to struggle, a pair of large hands gently pulled her up.

“Be careful.” Damien helped her up and examined her reddened ankle. “Can you still walk?”

Cherise gritted her teeth and stubbornly took a step. “Ouch…”

Damien chuckled helplessly, squatting down to remove her high heels. “You shouldn’t wear these high heels when you’re not used to them. The children and I will be sad if you get hurt.”

Cherise blushed with embarrassment. “I thought…” *

She had noticed that the female employees in his company all wore stilettos like these, and she thought that wearing stilettos might make her look more professional.

However, she did not expect to be so clumsy and sprained her foot before leaving the house.

“Don’t go to work today.” Damien lifted her. “You should rest at home first.”

“But what about

take care of it myself

that!” Cherise pouted. She declared insistently, “I’m fine! Let’s go to work!”

glanced at her swollen ankle and shook his head

he fetched a first aid kit, delicately applied ointment, and pasted a medicated plaster on

he pressed her onto the bed and turned

to him with her uninjured

earlier, she could help him

his gaze on her. “Are you

vigorously.

a pair of slippers at the door. Then he headed out, carrying Cherise

at him in shock. “Are…are you planning to carry

I let you

soon arrived at

a sprain. I just need to