Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

The young man entered the room, his anxiety palpable as he placed the documents on the desk before Damien.

He was eloquent about his visit, “Good morning, Mr. Lenoir. The manager hopes you can approve this document soon. It’s about our department’s sales performance this quarter.”

Damien’s response was curt, “Sure. You may leave now.”

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, turned on his heel, and was about to exit when he saw Cherise nestled in the office corner.

Their gazes locked, confusion etched on Cherise’s face, while shock rippled across the young man’s features.

He hesitated, words dangling on the tip of his tongue, before he averted his gaze and hastily departed.

Cherise furrowed. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the young man’s glance held a hint of recognition.

Yet, she wracked her brain but couldn’t recall crossing paths with anyone from Damien’s company before.

“Let’s get going,” Damien’s deep voice jolted Cherise back to reality.

blinked, befuddled.

hungry, Mrs. Lenoir? It’s already half

the clock, realizing it was indeed

with little productivity. Before she could object, Damien cut in, his tone laced with amusement. “Looks like Mrs. Lenoir is glued to her seat.

“No, no, no! I can

carried a glint of amusement. “Then

steps echoing in the corridor. With a faint smile. Damien caught up

Damien’s marines rilurts, she couldn’t help but feel compelled to treat him to something

stumbled upon a quaint eatery close to the

restaurants. A small

has puting eye conveniently close the

promise of a ‘Healthy

wind of

it is, then?” He said while grabbing Cherise’s hand as they strolled leisurely