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.”

pursed her lips. “But what about your work…”

take care of it myself

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

ankle and shook his head helplessly. He immediately carried her back

and pasted a medicated plaster on her ankle.

saying that, he pressed her onto the bed

Cherise clenched her teeth, bracing herself against the bed frame. She hopped over to him with her uninjured foot. “I

could start working a day earlier, she could help him sooner, and he

focusing his gaze on her. “Are you

She nodded vigorously. “Without a doubt!”

sighed and picked her up. He instructed Frances to get Cherise a pair of slippers at the door. Then he headed out, carrying Cherise to the car.

“Are…are you planning to carry me

you limp

at the Lenoir Group

sprain. I just need to rest for a while!”