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…

resemble bouquets, some even adorned with buttery

encircled by drumsticks.

gnawed at her with every inch of her body, threatening to overthrow any sense of decorum. The juicy

just one person, she would be

at the crowd before her.

people offering her drumsticks extended from the elevator door to

roughly, she might have to consume these drumsticks for one

sense of despair washed over

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

“Everyone.”

and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic,

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 without

people have but to

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

set down, and more

was overflowing with business

her temples, pondering what to do with the abundance of drumsticks.

cooked drumsticks couldn’t be frozen and were challenging to store.

approaching autumn, the lingering summer heat would undoubtedly spoil