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…

drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some even

herself encircled

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

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

gazed at the crowd before

drumsticks extended from the

roughly, she might have to consume these drumsticks for one

despair washed over Cherise.

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

“Everyone.”

hesitated between acceptance and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone

this? Each of you set down the drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and my wife can choose

people have but to comply

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

more drumsticks were set down, and

the table was overflowing with business cards!

temples, pondering what

cooked drumsticks couldn’t be frozen

would undoubtedly spoil