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 adorned with buttery bows.

encircled

decorum. The juicy drumsticks looked so succulent,

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

at the crowd

extended from the elevator door to the building’s

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

despair

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

“Everyone.”

as Cherise hesitated between acceptance and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and my wife is having trouble deciding.”

of you set down the drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I

but to comply with Damien’s instructions?

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

and

overflowing with

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

be frozen and

heat would undoubtedly spoil them within