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…

to resemble bouquets, some even adorned with

found herself encircled

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

one person, she would be obliged to

the crowd before

her drumsticks extended from the elevator door to the

roughly, she might have to consume these drumsticks for one

sense of despair washed over Cherise.

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

“Everyone.”

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

drumsticks and leave your business cards on the table by the door. I will remember everyone’s names, and my wife can

choice did the people have but to

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

and more and more business

was overflowing

temples, pondering what to do with

frozen and were challenging

heat would undoubtedly spoil them