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…

artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some even adorned with

herself encircled

of her body, threatening to overthrow any sense of decorum. The juicy drumsticks looked so succulent, and the smell and sight of them were an invitation

accepted a drumstick from even just one person, she would be obliged to accept all

at the crowd

people offering her drumsticks extended from the elevator door to

roughly, she might have to consume these

of despair

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

“Everyone.”

spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly

the drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and my wife can choose freely

people have but to

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

set down, and more and more business cards were left.

overflowing with business cards!

crowd dispersed, Cherise massaged her temples, pondering what to do with the abundance

drumsticks couldn’t be frozen and

summer heat would undoubtedly spoil them within a few days.