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…

of drumsticks were artfully arranged to resemble bouquets, some even adorned with

herself encircled by

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

one person, she would be obliged to accept all the drumsticks from the

gazed at the crowd

drumsticks extended from the elevator door to the building’s entrance.

she might have to consume these

sense of despair

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

“Everyone.”

between acceptance and refusal, the man behind her spoke calmly, “Everyone is

the table by the door. I

did the people have but to comply with Damien’s

ensued as the individuals placed their large drumsticks bouquets on the pristine table, followed

down, and more and more business

overflowing with business

massaged her temples, pondering what

be frozen and were challenging to store.

lingering summer heat would undoubtedly spoil them within a few days.