Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Candace furrowed her brow, tapping her hands on her thighs.

Meanwhile, Cherise lowered her head, delicately playing with a pen. Little did she know, the pen belonged to Damien and was worth millions.

Cherise had no inkling of its value; she simply found it visually appealing. She twirled the pen around, idly toying with it from different angles.

Once Lennon finished reading the five-page document, Cherise opened the pen and glanced at him. “Can I start writing now?”

Lennon nodded. “Yes, go ahead.”

Cherise took the A4 paper handed to her by Damien and began carefully writing each word and sentence.

Meanwhile, Candace was far from at ease.

Despite her confidence in her remarkable memory, she hadn’t anticipated Lennon uncovering such a complex and obscure document. Five pages devoured in one go! How could she possibly recall it all? She wasn’t some memory prodigy!

at Cherise, who was writing quietly beside her, steadily filling the page with text.

Cherise’s profile-attentive and unassuming, prompting a hint of

so much,” she mused involuntarily.

such distracting thoughts. It wasn’t the time for distractions. She refocused on

minutes later, just as Candace was beginning to find her groove and

five pages of her A4 paper neatly

How had Cherise managed to transcribe everything so quickly? And did the page count match

Candace blurted out, “This is impossible!

that she, a doctor unfamiliar with the document’s subject matter, could complete it

surged with

weren’t paying attention. This is a memory challenge, you know. You’re supposed to replicate exactly what Mr. Belcourt read, not jot down whatever