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 adorned with

encircled by

juicy drumsticks looked so succulent, and the smell and sight

drumstick from even just one person, she would be obliged

at the crowd before her.

from the elevator door to the building’s entrance.

these drumsticks for one

of despair washed

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

“Everyone.”

Cherise hesitated between acceptance and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is overly enthusiastic, and my wife is

on the table by

but

individuals placed their large drumsticks bouquets on the pristine table, followed by leaving their business cards

more drumsticks were set down, and

table was overflowing with business cards!

temples, pondering what to do with the abundance

couldn’t be frozen

the approaching autumn, the lingering summer heat would undoubtedly spoil them within a few