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…

were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some even

encircled by drumsticks.

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

one person, she

the crowd before

offering her drumsticks extended from the elevator door to the building’s

have to consume these

despair washed over

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

“Everyone.”

her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and my

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 freely

choice did the people have but to comply with Damien’s instructions?

of activity ensued as the individuals placed their large drumsticks bouquets on the pristine table, followed by leaving

drumsticks were set down, and more and more business cards were

the table was overflowing

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

couldn’t be frozen and were challenging to store.

lingering summer heat would undoubtedly spoil them