Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Cherise pursed her lips, puzzled by Damien’s strange behavior that night.

She pushed open the door in front of her, taking the lead as she stepped into the elevator.

However, to her surprise, after stepping out when she reached the first floor, she found herself surrounded by a crowd of people.

“Mrs. Lenoir! This is a small token of apology from our newspaper to you!”

“Mrs. Lenoir, we have prepared a gift for you that we hope you will like! Please accept it!”

“Mrs. Lenoir…”

Amidst the chorus of “Mrs. Lenoir,” a tantalizing aroma of drumsticks wafted through the air…

Cherise furrowed her brow, noticing that each person in the crowd was holding a large bouquet.

However, these bouquets were not filled with flowers.

Instead, they were packed with drumsticks.

Grilled, fried, and coated with various sauces and seasonings…

of drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some even adorned

found herself encircled

her body, threatening to overthrow any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks looked so succulent,

from even just one person, she would be obliged to accept all the drumsticks from the others.

gazed at the crowd

her drumsticks extended from the elevator door to

roughly, she might have to consume these drumsticks for one to two years….

sense of despair washed

eat to her heart’s wishes and the paradoxical situation because she was unable to eat

“Everyone.”

between acceptance and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and my wife

table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names,

have but to comply with Damien’s instructions?

on the pristine table, followed by leaving their business cards on top of the bouquets.

were set down, and more and more business cards were

was overflowing

temples, pondering what to

drumsticks couldn’t be frozen and were challenging

summer heat would undoubtedly spoil them within a few days.