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!

quietly beside her, steadily filling the

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

so much,”

off such distracting thoughts. It wasn’t the time for distractions. She refocused on the document Lennon had just reviewed, diligently attempting

find her groove and put pen to paper, Lennon’s abrupt announcement shattered her

looked up to find Cherise finished all five pages of her A4

couldn’t believe her eyes. How had Cherise managed to transcribe everything so quickly? And

Candace blurted out,

Cherise have accomplished this feat? It seemed inconceivable that she, a doctor unfamiliar with the document’s subject matter, could complete

with this presumption.

Lenoir, you wrote that so hastily, almost as if you weren’t paying attention. This is a memory challenge, you know. You’re supposed to replicate exactly what Mr.