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. “Go where?”

lips. “Feeling hungry, Mrs. Lenoir?

the clock, realizing it was indeed

she could object, Damien cut in, his tone laced with amusement. “Looks like

no, no! I can walk

gaze carried a glint of amusement. “Then what are we waiting

the corridor. With a faint smile. Damien caught up

Cherise initially considered something simple. Yet, seeing Damien’s marines rilurts, she couldn’t help but feel compelled to treat him to

her phone he stumbled upon a quaint eatery close

restaurants. A small place

conveniently

decisive factor? A promise of a ‘Healthy Poke Bowl.’

wind

then?” He said while grabbing Cherise’s hand as they strolled